I see you.
You’re smiling. You talk to me gently. You remember my favorite sound and you don’t laugh when I make it over and over again.
I want to say something.
I want to say, “I love you.”
But my mouth forgets how. My body forgets how. The words are in my head but not in my lips.
So instead I bring you the red string I always carry. I press it into your hand.
You say, “Thank you.”
You don’t know what it means.
But to me, it’s everything.
It means:
- You are safe.
- I see you.
- I want you near.
- You make the world quieter.
I flap my hands and hum. You smile. That helps.
Maybe you felt it after all.
