For the ones still here. You stay through the parts that don’t ask to be witnessed. You earn the long version of my attention.
For the ones I have not met. You are already shaping how I show up. I am unlearning the patterns that would have made me unrecognizable to you.
For the ones no longer here. Some left clean, some left a mark. Some I chose, some chose me, some did neither. The exit was real. So was the imprint.
