The Ember That Outlasts the Dark
"Even in shadow, love leaves its quiet glow."
At dusk, the world forgets its edges.
Light loosens its grip,
darkness does not rush in –
it waits, patient as memory.
This is where love learned its second language:
not promise, but endurance.
Hands finding one another
after the words have thinned.
Grief does not shout here.
It settles, like dust on a photograph,
softening the faces
without erasing them.
I have loved you in that hour –
when hope is no longer loud,
only present.
When sorrow leans close
and does not win.
If darkness must come,
let it come slowly,
tamed by the simple miracle
of a single ember
glowing where the shadows stay.