I found your voice in something small a joke, a laugh, a song called Eat, people asking if you had today love hiding in routine. I smiled because I knew that check that quiet worry dressed as care. I didn’t know your name yetjust a feeling pulling me there. So I stayed not passing, not just listening once. I heard the weight between the lines the strength it took to carry on. I feel too deeply, always have your songs didn’t need to explain some pain speaks without asking and mine answered back the same.

I was a stranger that cared. I didn’t need to be close to feel. I saw you fighting quietly and I knew your strength was real. I was a stranger that cared no spotlight, no return just someone out here holding space for every note you burned. I made you a song with honest hands no fixing, no saving you just to say someone sees you and means it when they do.

I followed from a distance respectful, soft, aware hoping maybe in the silence you felt someone there. When the news came it hit deeper than I expected because love doesn’t need permission to exist. I disappeared when my mind broke deleted the place where my care lived. I was angry at myself for vanishing for letting the songs go quiet.

I’m sorry not for caring but for leaving without a goodbye. I was a stranger that cared and that will always be true the songs may be gone but the meaning stayed and it stays with you. You were beautiful you were strong more than the pain you faced and you will always be remembered by a stranger that cared. You fought hard you mattered you were never unseen.