Sometimes you wait.
Sometimes you hold back.
Sometimes it’s not your turn.
Sometimes you let the other person hold the narrative,
Tell the story.
Because they need to control something,
when their life has been
ashift, adrift, wiggly underneath them.
And you know what that feels like.
You do this because you love them.
And want nothing more for them than
To be okay
And to find their new way.
So hold back.
No need for your voice.
Theirs is enough.