I heard you both— In the hush that wrapped the world, In the turning that spun my silence into song. You, flame and fury, You, glow and grace— I am made of your almost.
You called me whole, But I am the seam, The longing stitched into your passing. I carry the weight of your near, your never, The ache of what might have aligned.
I do not burn, nor shine— I flicker. A rhythm unplayed, A bridge suspended between your touch.
But still, I remain, And still, I wait— In hush, In turning, In hope that one day, when time bends gently, you will speak in the same breath— and I will finally become what I was always meant to be. #thought