Everyone needs more than
anyone can give right now.
We ask oceans of half-filled cups.
In a world where
nothing feels steady enough to hold,
The threat is not stillness,
but the noise of doing without being.
Haunted by doors we didnt open,
lives we didnt choose,
afraid something better
is always slipping past us.
Hearts unanchored,
learning to brace in empty spaces.
We reach with salt stained hands
toward each other,
and call it enough when someone stays.
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