The Plea For Relevance
You should know what you’ve brought me—
whether by purpose or accident.
I haven’t felt like this in so long,
forgetting its normalcy,
forgetting how rarely it comes
unless you go searching.
I have little to give back.
Patience was stolen from me,
understanding eroded—
I learned to mistake karma for coincidence,
love for passing conversation.
It’s hard to hold on to something
as simple as kindness
when it’s offered to someone
who isn’t used to it.
But your beauty makes me lighter.
Your attention makes it real.
You don’t ask me to explain it.
You’re in my life now.
You should know
how much it changes me
to be respected,
to be seen.
What I would do
to make you safe,
to make you comfortable—
would shock those
who’ve never been given
what they quietly miss.
Please, don’t leave my life.
And if you must,
not until I’ve learned
how to carry
what you’ve given me.
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