I’m Sorry, Little One
I wasn’t there, But I heard. And since then, my heart’s been quiet, like a temple after the lights go out. They say the crowd ran. They say no one stayed. And you - just sixteen - waited for help that never came. I imagine your eyes, looking not for God, but for someone human. Someone brave. Someone kind. Someone who didn’t think twice. But no one did. And I am sorry. Sorry that the world we built loved its gods more than its girls. Sorry that your last prayer wasn’t heard by the ones who should have. I’m sorry, little one, that no one chose you. But I do. I choose to remember. And to grieve. And to ask why we didn’t ry. P.S. Thanks to ChatGPT