Today,
I miss you.
I miss loving you freely,
supporting you gently
just being there.
I miss the look in my eyes
when I saw you,
pride shining quietly,
telling you without words:
“I’m proud of you. I believe in you.
I’m here.”
It’s okay that time slips away,
that life pulls you in all directions.
You don’t need to feel guilty,
or chase money,
or have it all figured out.
I’m still here waiting,
patiently, softly,
holding space.
Let me be the one who helps you carry it.
I miss it.
