Come sit – set down the burden like a weary coat.
Here, we don’t disguise silence as kindness.
If silence has cut, let it be named.
I will not call absence tender.
What I carry is simple:
I loved you from the day we met –
not to possess you, not to ask for return,
but because you are worth loving.
I will keep the kettle warm,
my questions gentle, my presence unbartered.
If you speak, I will listen.
If you cannot, I will keep the light in the window.
Not as a bargain to be redeemed,
but as the truth of how I chose to care.
No vow to bend fate, no hollow promise,
only this: a steady chair, a steady hand,
a place where you can rest if you wish.