i carry you with me.

even when my four walls change
and my zip code does too,
i carry you with me.
forever imprinted
on my heart,
on my soul.

the lessons you've shown me.
the quiet ways you've shifted me.
the inspiration you offered
without trying.
simply by allowing me
to witness your walk.
your unfolding.

the conversations held.
the words exchanged.
some spoken.
some written
in the spaces between.

an indelible marking
that will not be outgrown.
a resonance that lingers.
soft but steady
long after the therapy hour.

over,
but never really over.
moving through awareness.
through spirit.
settling.
reshaping.
giving rise to a conversation
that continues
beyond the fifty-minute frame.

cheering you on from afar.
holding hope for you.
for your healing
in whatever form
you most deeply need
and most bravely choose.

thank you
for allowing me to be
who i was,
what i was
along your path.

to witness.
to hold space.
to walk beside you
for a time.
a great honor.
a true gift.

i will forever be rooting for you.
carrying you with me,
not as a story finished,
but as something living,
breathing,
evolving,
as you continue along
your beautiful path
of becoming.