When someone moves with intention,
Speaks with clarity—
Beyond mere kindness,
Attuned to every need,
Receptive,
Responsive—

They sat me down, gently,
Eyes steady, voice soft:
“You are not too much.
You are just enough.
I see you.
I hear you.
You matter to me.”

And all I could say was,
“My intention was never to be heard by you.”

How do I break your heart
While trying to shelter the ones
Who love me best?

How do I walk away
From a dream I once cradled?
When did the dream
Begin to feel like a weight?

To my dreamers—
I entrust you this soul:
Tend to him gently,
In ways this hollow shell
No longer can.