NEPHART.COM

I want to be that person

who called me handsome

when I had given up on my own reflection

I want to be that person

who placed a pen in my hand

and left a book like a small direction

I want to be that person

who says hello and smiles

when our paths cross without a reason

Even as a stranger

you can make someone feel seen

just for a moment, just for a season

Life moves how it wants

I won’t force it into a race

I’ll walk it, not chase

But if feelings aren’t dead

if something still lives in that space

then tell me—

who would you suspect

in your emotions’ murder case