I am not changed

But/Yet, I am not the same

Did you appreciate my laugh?

It’s still there, even if less frequent.

Did you enjoy our conversations?

I still talk, but am more often quiet now/ but have more moments of quiet.

Have I put my hand on your and cried/wept & have I held your hand. . .?

I still do that, for me, and for you.

I tolerate insincerity less; I listen more.

I’m more willing to talk about my ideations (suicidal/dark)

And ask if you have been there too.

I want you to know more now that you matter.

I want you to know that you can hold on. I’ll hold you, too.