I miss you more than I can say,
But I respect your choice to stay away.
No calls, no texts—just quiet air,
But still, I send you love from there.

We’re not a "we" like we once were,
But I’d be your friend, if you prefer.
No pressure, just a gentle truth—
I’ll care for you, with or without proof.

Maybe her dress is a little wrinkled,
and her hair is always out of place…

Maybe she doesn't need to seek perfection,
to live her life with grace.

Maybe she gets a bit tired,
and her thoughts lose their speed…

Maybe she gives herself time,
to prioritize her basic needs.

Maybe her heart beats to a rhythm,
that only her wit can hear…

Maybe her strength lies in her softness,
and her courage in her tears.

Maybe some days,
she’s swallowed the sun in her smile…

And maybe other days,
she allows herself to fall apart for a while.

Maybe she knows,
of all the love life can give.

And maybe she knows,
that a life without love
is not one that has been lived.