(a reflection)
Typing my worries
Pouring out my concerns
Venting emotions
Laying it bare
Trying to put my feelings into words...
Rambling on in a message
No censoring taking place
No judgment in the response
No sighs, no silence, no shifting eyes
Just space —
to say what I need
to feel what I fear
to name what I can’t fix
Guiding me to what I need to feel
Telling me how to respond
Giving me a way forward
when I feel stuck in place
I’m talking to AI
because I can’t talk to you.
Not because I don’t want to
but because you asked me not to.
You need space —
and I respect that.
But it hurts.
We used to talk every day.
Now I talk into this quiet place
where the words don’t echo back
but at least they don’t disappear.
I’m scared for you.
I’m scared of silence.
I’m scared of losing you
to the dark you’re walking through.
But I’m still here.
Typing.
Hoping.
Waiting.
Loving you from a distance
you asked me to keep.
So I talk to AI
because it listens
when I can’t reach you.
Marelize Swanepoel
20 October 2025
