bruises ‘neath your daylight grin
aches shadowing every win
let me shoulder words hushed
in moments ‘tween rush and rest
to walk hallways your grief
barefoot tiptoes of reverent belief
and I a moth drawn not to light
but the dark that shaped it
I will not flinch at what’s done
I’ve seen your ghosts and named a few
for there is a beauty in how you come undone
soft seams unraveling into webbed truths
to hold silence at its sharpest
to sit beside uncried tears
to be stillness in the storm
when even night forbids sleep nearer
I will hum your hurts to sleep
in lullabies made of wrongs
each one a thread I’ll gently keep
when you cannot speak, breathe
I’ll listen to what it means
for when you falter and fall, believe
I’ll stay here, unseen and near
but witness unflinching grace
sacred mess you make of regret