too close.

I think about you all the time. About the light missing from your eyes in the photographs. About the days you spent in bed. About the cliff faces you walked like a tightrope.

I think of how close you came to ending it all, and I just want you to know, that I’m living now for you.

Oh my younger self, every smile and sunrise and deep breath and poem is for you. Every moment I am happy is for you. Because in a different life, you didn’t make it, and I am so glad that in this one, we did.