By Waheedah Kosefobamu

We get so caught in the noise of our days,
Chasing our goals through the haze,
That we forget there are people we love
Who are quietly waiting for a word from above.

Not from the heavens, just from you,
A simple message saying, I thought of you too,
Because life has a way of pulling us apart,
And silence can slowly harden a heart.

So pick up the phone, send the text,
Don’t wait for the perfect moment, what comes next,
Because the friend who laughed with you years ago
Might be sitting in a room you don’t know.

A room full of weight, full of quiet despair,
Wondering if anyone out there still cares,
And all it would take is your name on their screen,
To remind them they’re loved, to remind them they’re seen.

We say we’ll reach out when things settle down,
But time keeps moving through city and town,
And some of the people we meant to call
Have already learned to stop waiting at all.

Don’t let your people become a memory first,
Love them out loud before the worst,
Before the eulogy, before the grave,
Say the things while there’s still time to save.

Check on the strong ones, they carry it deep,
Check on the quiet ones losing their sleep,
Check on the ones who always say fine,
Because fine is the word people use as a sign.

A sign that they’re struggling but won’t say it plain,
So be the one who asks again,
Because reaching out costs you nothing at all,
But to someone drowning, it might be the call.