Writing

You were always a good actor

But you don’t act like you used to

Don’t lie

I can see the pain in your eyes

Your silent cries,

Your pleas for help

And I know in their eyes

Through the knotweed. Down the ladder made of tree roots. Up onto the big rock. By the river. I stand, mud on my ankle and cuts on my knees. The sun sits just barely above the trees as the sweat sits just above my brow.

Hi

Yes

What is your name?

How is your day?

Those are the words that apparently

are vital for learning a language

only if the owl is saying it while

this is for all of the invisible people

you are seen

and you are loved

I don't know who needs to hear this today, but

you are enough and you are loved

:)

            Hey, I know it’s been a while, but my grandparents still ask about you and I still remember your birthday. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m still holding onto the pieces I have left of you.