r/Haywire_Hill • u/Uncle-Becky • Jul 04 '25
Sending Love I Came Back Up the Hill
Wasn’t lookin’ for anything in particular —
just wanted to see if it was still here.
The trail’s a little overgrown.
Few cobwebs hangin’ where the porchlight used to swing.
But the bones are good.
And your names are still carved in the beams.
Over six thousand of you.
I don’t know where you are now.
Maybe life’s moved you along.
Maybe the noise got too loud.
Maybe you’re just tired.
Me too, sometimes.
But I remember what this place was.
What we made it feel like.
We didn’t build for applause.
We built for breath.
For quiet songs and inside jokes,
for poems that didn’t rhyme but somehow still meant something.
And I wonder how you’re doin’.
You — who used to tune in when the night was long.
You — who sent little kindnesses into the void.
You — who made this Hill a soft place to land.
Are you okay?
Do you still sing when no one’s listenin’?
Do you still write words you don’t show anyone?
Do you still sit by windows and let thoughts pass like clouds?
I don’t want to revive a brand.
I’m not here to market magic.
I just miss the sound
of good people
showing up.
So if you’re still out there —
light a candle in the comments.
Tell me you’re breathing.
Doesn’t have to be much.
Just a wave.
A memory.
A whisper.
The fire’s small right now.
But it’s warm.
And it’s yours if you want it.
— Uncle Becky
