He's fading again
Pulling back into that quiet dark
that never really left him.
I thought the light had stayed this time.
I thought he had found the warmth
that wouldn't flicker.
But the shadow knows his shape too well.
It slips around him like an old coat,
familiar, heavy,
a comfort he can't refuse.
I reach for him,
but my hands pass through smoke.
He's already somewhere else,
somewhere I can't follow
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 11:32 PM UTC