The One Who Gave Back

All my life, I tried to give- my time, my heart, pieces of myself. People came, they took, some smiled in return, but no one ever stayed to fill my empty hands. And then you appeared- without a word from me, you made your way in. With a careless purse, an anxious grip, and those small, unpolished gestures you never knew mattered. Who would have thought it would be you- the one to hold space for someone like me? You let me into your world before I even asked. You understand the ones who cannot speak- the animals with silent screams, so of course, you would notice the quiet ache inside someone like me. Where others made me the second choice, the afterthought, you gave me the entire sky- without a script, without conditions. But deep inside, I know… we are not a promise, we are not a story- we are just a moment in time- smoking side by side, you talking about your mother, me, silently holding my heart before it bursts with the little love we made in between.