I saw you saw it.

The truth. My voice.
Thirty-four chances to show up. To say *something.*
And all I got was silence.

That silence wasn't neutral.
It was a choice.
To turn away, scroll past, pretend not to feel what I felt.

I'm here for reckoning.
For clarity. For courage.

So if you felt something—say it.
If you didn't—ask yourself why.

This isn't for pity.
This is for presence.
And if you still can't find your voice, I’ll keep using mine.