October 31st, 2022
I want someone to find poetry in me, even where I don’t see it.
Not poetry, exactly. Hope, maybe? Just something they need to believe in. The specific thing that makes a person stop in the middle of whatever they were doing and think—oh. There it is. I didn’t know I was looking for that until I found it.
I want to matter to someone in a way that can’t be undone. Not because I did something extraordinary. Not because I was particularly brilliant or beautiful or impressive that day. Just because I was there.
Because I was me.
Because something about the simple, unremarkable fact of my existence landed in someone and changed the shape of things.
Permanently. Irreversibly.
The way a song gets into a person without them noticing, until one day they realize they’ve been humming it for years and can’t remember when it started.
Is that too much to want?
It’s probably too much to want.
I want it anyway.