I have not written for myself in a while
so I'll write to her now

I'll tell her everything she's missed
tell her that the sun still rises and sets even if she can't leave her bed to observe it
even if she can't leave her bed at all

I'll send her secrets that I've learned
from the friends that I've made that I'm sure she'd love
if she could just ******* love herself first

I'll tell her that I saw her once
flickering between us
holding onto herself, her life, the womb
and I will tell her that she was beautiful
because I was there too

and I know this letter will mean nothing tomorrow
like the strength she had to start writing this
it will be gone from memory.

but I hope she'll remember that she wrote this
that we wrote this
because she, for a moment,
felt she could be loved enough to be written for
I hope this will remind her sometime
that I could love myself too