You’ve grown into me,
with roots in my heart,
each sprout in my veins.
I’ve felt your heartache,
with stones in my chest,
each breath into mine.
The shouts, the cries,
the tears and the blood—
all those nights, I see them.
There’s a quiet wind,
silencing your voice,
reminding us of the storm.
In the calm before,
you’re not forgotten—
I’ll sit with the silence.
Take my hand, my love,
hold on tight—
because I stand by.
I wait, behind silent walls,
for the page to turn—
and the light to reach you.