do you remember the first time you were
how your breath stopped short in your
the way the light drained from your eyes,
though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried
to form an argument that got lost on your
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade
from your eyes when you talk about your
interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped
from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know
speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted
minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve
to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your
grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been