Love After The Fracture
©️ Eniyans Poetry ✨️  

It does not return—  
not the way it once was,  
unbroken, uncaged,  
trusting what is.  

Forgiveness comes,  
soft as a suture,  
but the scar remembers  
where it split—  
the ache lives  
when the wind whispers your name.  

Now, it flies lower,  
afraid to explore the sky,  
and meet a heavy fall once again.  

What would you call this—  
a ruin or a revival?  
The love that remains  
is not the love that left.