a smoldering haze,
the shadows coil,
speaking secrets untold.
she moves like a whisper
through the maze,
her hair wild,
the storm made flesh.

he waits, caught in the
stillness of longing,
reaching for her but
clutching the void.
every step forward
collapses into d i s t a n c e,
every gaze is a wound
that never heals.

time folds in on itself,
love becomes
a mirror that cracks
endlessly,
an ache without e n d,
a truth too r a w to hold.