I see a flower

regarded to everyone as a symbol of beauty It sits next to you in a world’s photograph

That lily looks like nothing to me.

Because I see next to it the face of someone who holds on.

Who smiles and giggles with an energy that has always been so magnetic.

Whose depth she keeps quiet and I am sure—unfairly—often feels unseen.

Unseen?

to me that would be as big a lie as saying the sky doesn’t look blue.

I don’t know if it’s because we shared to each other our deepest pain... And empathized on gut-wrenching level.

Or that we innately just know how beautiful each other is, because our personalities were made by God side by side.

But you are the flower and symbol of all beauty to me.

And as sure in my eye as the ever present sky:

I see you.

I hope you know.