Dear self,
when the day comes and no one seems to value you,
remember you are still worthy,
still enough, and still powerful.
Choose yourself,
protect your peace,
and keep walking toward your dreams.
Even when others can't see your light,
keep shining for yourself.
Even when we were on the wall,
we didn't seem to move at all.
Just sitting in that hazy room,
ignoring the impending gloom.
And the light fell slow,
like honey from a spoon,
across the silence of the afternoon.
And in that final fading glow,
it was the first time that I let you go.
It painted shadows long and thin,
across the places you had been.
It touched the book left on the chair,
and traced the silver in your hair.
We didn't speak, we didn't need,
to plant another hope of seed.
We just watched the day retire,
and burn out like a distant fire.
And you don't notice when the warmth is gone,
until the cold dark has been drawn on.