Dear MJ

I miss the way your songs found me before my thoughts did,

how every lyric felt like you already knew my mood.

I miss your jokes,

the quiet kind and the chaotic ones,

Your ADHD voice, rushing, wandering, alive,

like your mind was a sky and I was allowed to watch the clouds move.

You had a way of caring without making noise,

a calm that wrapped around me when the world felt too loud.

Your philosophy stayed with me, simple, deep, unfinished, like conversations we never got to end properly.

I never told you everything, not because I didn't feel it, but because I felt it too much and was afraid of breaking us.

So I let you go quietly, even though my heart still calls your name.

If you ever wonder, MJ Sky, 

You mattered. You still do.