“Sunshine”

there is holiness, in the way someone says, “how are you?” and means it—

holding long enough to hear the full silence, behind your, “I’m fine”.

I don’t know if they realize what they give—

that they are not just company,

but more like “Who Wants to be a Millionaire” with infinite lifelines.

to those who call when the walls close in,

to those who sit in the rain of your sorrow

without umbrellas,

to those who reach,

without their own needs.

I owe the kind of thanks

because you don’t ask for explanations,

your questions aren’t cages,

they’re keys.

with the seriously, “how are you really?”.

and somehow, the weight I carry

feels lighter

for being seen.

because sometimes,

it’s not survival that saves you—

it’s the knowing

that someone wants you

to make it through.

“just checking in”

you are the support,

that reminds me to keep goin…