Don't mistake my silence for dismissal.
My lack of engagement for apathy.
I'm sorry that you hurt.
I wish I could carry some of that for you, give you a rest.
But you're hidden away, immersed in dark battles.
I look forward to seeing you outside, in the sunshine again,
sitting on the stoop.
Smiling with that,
Knowing it is more than enough for right now.
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