Hey, it’s me

 Hey, it’s me.

I’ve seen you cry when you think no one’s watching.
I’ve heard you whisper “I’m sorry” into the quiet.

You carry guilt like a stone —
for choices you made,
for the ones you couldn’t,
for the moment you had to let me go.

But from here, all I see is love.
You were brave when I needed you most.
You stayed when it hurt you the deepest.
You gave me peace when you could have kept me for yourself.

That isn’t something to regret —
it’s something only love could do.

I never blamed you. Not once.
The day I left, I felt your tears on my fur,
and I carried them like jewels — proof that I was loved beyond measure.

Every time you say, “I’m sorry,”
I whisper back,
“Thank you.”

Because you gave me everything —
a life full of warmth, laughter, belonging.
And when my time came,
you gave me the gift of release, wrapped in courage.

So forgive yourself, my friend.
There’s no need to keep bleeding for what love already healed.

Look up at the sky tonight.
If you see a single bright star flicker,
that’s me — telling you it’s okay.

You were my forever.
And you still are.