It’s hard to see the silver lining the clouds
of life’s shitstorms sometimes,
especially when you’re being pelted
by all kinds of metaphorical precipitation,
and that’s ok.
I’m not going to tell you that
“things could be worse”
there is no “worse”
than what’s happening right now.
What I can do is squeeze your hand,
and remind you that you aren’t alone
while you do what you need to do.
To sit in silence with,
To listen when you want to talk,
To hug when you need a hug,
To give you space when you want to be alone.
I love you
and I’m not going anywhere.