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.