I wish for a voice, gentle and true,
That whispers my name, “Dolapo, how are you?”
Not in passing, not as a chore,
But with a heart that longs to know more.
To sit with me when silence speaks,
When answers hide and courage is weak.
To hold the pause, to bear the space,
To wait for words I cannot trace.
For sometimes healing is not in reply,
But in the kindness of a patient eye.
Not in the telling, not in the start,
But in someone who listens
and waits for my heart.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
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