Good people don’t

Good people need help sometimes.

Good people can get lost.

I know them,

I have listened to their stories.

Cosavo.

I listen and hear their pain.

If listening is all I can do,

Witnessing their loss and sorrow.

Perhaps that is enough.

I hope so.

For their voices need air,

And their stories need hearing,

So they know they are heard.

May it be so….