You, always

you’ve seen

the darkest corners

of this world

and somehow

you’re still here.

you’ve worn grief

like a second skin—

tight,

aching,

never yours to choose.

and when the weight

gets too heavy

and your hands shake

from holding on too long,

run.

run to me.

because I

will never run from you.

not when the light leaves your eyes,

not when the world feels too loud,

not when you think

no one could stay—

especially then.

I will be

your soft place

in the hard world.

your quiet

in the chaos.

I will dance with you

on mountaintops

and

sit with you

in the dark

when you can’t move at all.

whatever hell you carry,

let me carry it too.

you’re not too much.

you’re not too broken.

you’re not alone.

you will never

lose me.