Be My Company

Be My Company

Sit with me.

Please.

Even if silence is all we trade.

The world has grown too loud,

and my heart—

it whispers in cracks,

in spaces where no one listens.

Every sound feels like a lie,

and the only truth left

is how empty the chair across from me looks.

Stay.

Stay even if I have nothing to offer—

nothing but a chair with peeling paint

and a cup gone cold on the table.

The tea is bitter,

like me,

left too long in waiting.

It used to be warm,

sweet even—

but sweetness always leaves too soon.

I promise I won’t ask for much.

You don’t need to speak.

Your breath will be enough.

The sound of you shifting

on the worn-out floorboards

would feel like music to a soul

that has forgotten every song it ever loved.

The silence has been here too long—

it presses down on me like heavy water,

and I am drowning quietly

in a house that should have felt like home.

If you laugh,

I will try to remember how.

If you cry,

I’ll give you all the pieces of my chest

that already know how to shatter.

Just don’t leave these walls

to echo my name

like a curse.

Don’t let the night convince me

I was born to be abandoned.

Do you know how cruel a clock sounds

when no one’s there to listen with you?

Every tick is a reminder—

time moves forward,

but no one moves closer.

It’s like sitting on the edge of the world,

watching everyone else walk away

and wondering what’s wrong with you

that even loneliness gets bored.

Be the shadow

that chooses to linger

when the sun forgets me.

Be the candle

that flickers through storms,

even when the wax

melts everything away.

I don’t need a fire—

just a spark,

something to hold in the dark

so I don’t lose myself completely.

And if your hands

grow tired of holding mine,

rest them here—

on the space between us.

We can let the warmth bloom

slow and quiet,

even if our fingers

never touch.

Even if tomorrow

we both pretend this never happened.

You don’t have to love me.

Not even like me.

Just hold this space

so I’m not swallowed whole

by the nothing

that knows my name too well.

The nothing that hums lullabies

in a voice that sounds like my own.

Do you know how heavy it is

to fall asleep to that?

To wake up to that?

To breathe with it

wrapped around your ribs like chains?

Please—

be my company.

Not forever.

I would never dare ask for forever.

Just long enough

for my soul to remember

what warmth feels like.

Just long enough

for the ache in my chest

to forget what loneliness tastes like.

Because it tastes like metal.

Like blood and broken teeth.

Like the words I never said

rotting at the back of my throat.

Stay—

because the night is wide,

and I am small.

Stay—

because my voice breaks

on the edges of prayers

that never learned

how to reach heaven.

Stay—

because leaving

would be too easy,

and I am too fragile

for easy endings.

I’m not asking you

to fix me.

I’m not asking you

to save me.

God knows I’m too far gone for that.

All I’m asking

is that for one night,

one quiet hour,

one single breath of time—

don’t let me be

the only beating heart in this room.

Because when the world forgets you exist,

it feels like your bones start fading too.

Like you’re just a ghost

pretending to wear skin,

hoping someone will see you

before you disappear completely.

So please.

Before I vanish,

before I collapse into the shadows

I’ve been fighting for years,

before I decide

that silence is stronger than hope—

sit with me.

Just sit.

Even if you never speak.

Even if you never look my way.

Even if your heart

is somewhere else entirely.

Because mine is here—

beating so hard

it hurts to breathe,

hurts to hope,

hurts to beg like this.

Be my company.

Please.

Before the darkness convinces me

I was never worth staying for.