Deeper sight

Standing tall even before

I grew past your shoulder

knowing it was my place to

hold you up when

you did not realize

you were being held

that’s the suffrage of the one

who loves quietly

no need to tell

as the soldier returned from war

will watch the sunset in silence

saying nothing of his fight

we internalize those things

the precious touchstones

kept in our palm

to fortify

and garner deeper

sight