I See You...

I see you—

even when your eyes

stay fixed upon the ground.

I see the heavy weight,

the hits life threw

that never stopped landing.

I see you—

not the choices, not the addictions,

not the trauma you never asked for,

not the convictions that slipped

through tired hands.

I see the hope you dropped

somewhere along the way,

and the cost that came collecting after.

I see the pain, the quiet despair,

the burning belief that nobody’s watching,

nobody’s staying,

nobody cares.

I see your chosen family—

built from need,

built from love,

built from survival,

every single one of them bleeding

from wounds they carry openly.

I see the sorrow in their lowered eyes,

the way goodbye

never feels like the right word.

And I see the space your absence carved—

a heavy silence

shaped like your name.

But hear me now:

you were more than the struggle,

more than the breaking,

more than the battles you fought alone.

You mattered.

You left echoes in people

who never learned

how to say it out loud.

And even in this hollow,

even in this ache,

your story doesn’t vanish.

You will be missed.

You will be remembered.

And you will not

be unseen