07/11/2025
The Glass Empty Signal
In the hush between conversations,
where worry hides behind a smile,
a quiet cue is placed upon the table—
a glass, turned empty for a while.
No shout, no cry for rescue,
no trembling words to say I’m not okay.
Just the softest sign of needing someone
to notice the night has slipped sideways.
It isn’t weakness, nor defeat,
but a lantern lit in a gentle way—
a message whispered without speaking,
Could you stay with me today?
And when another sees it, truly sees it,
they don’t rush in with noise or fear;
they sit, they breathe, they share the moment,
making space for someone dear.
For sometimes all a soul requires
is presence warm and understanding,
a hand that steadies, a heart that listens,
a friend who comes without demanding.
So here’s to signals softly given,
to courage wrapped in simple form,
to the glass left empty on the table—
a beacon in an unseen storm.
And here’s to those who answer it,
with kindness quiet, steady, true;
for in the smallest acts of noticing,
lives are held—and carried through.
***deprevention
