I don't know you.
But I saw you on the platform.
Shoulders curled like you were protecting something already gone.
I don't know what happened.
I wasn't there.
But your grief found me anyway.
Slipped under my ribs.
Made a home it didn't ask for.
The world keeps handing me
what it refuses to hold.
Strangers.
Headlines.
The quiet fractures in a voice.
I take it.
This is how I'm built, and I don't know you.
I never will.
But I felt you anyway.