it enters like a knife mistaken for a key,
unlocking parts of you that were safer sealed.
it does not knock.
but it breathes against the window pane,
fogging the glass and leaving condensation kisses.
you mistook that presence for something holy,
kneeling. praising. fully devoted.
it builds a fire in the depths of your soul,
a once warming flame has ignited much more.
with the burning ashes raining down,
you cannot drown the memories.
n.h.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 9:51 AM UTC
it enters like a knife mistaken for a key,
unlocking parts of you that were safer sealed.
it does not knock.
but it breathes against the window pane,
fogging the glass and leaving condensation kisses.
you mistook that presence for something holy,
kneeling. praising. fully devoted.
it builds a fire in the depths of your soul,
a once warming flame has ignited much more.
with the burning ashes raining down,
you cannot drown the memories.
n.h.
