There is a sacred line in human closeness,
No love nor passion dares to cross its side.
You knew you came to me each night in dreaming —
That’s why you could not sleep beside.
The smell of household soap — a fading sign,
I know exactly where my horcrux stayed.
No Shazam was made for moments left behind —
They were all bound to be mislaid.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 10:33 AM UTC
There is a sacred line in human closeness,
No love nor passion dares to cross its side.
You knew you came to me each night in dreaming —
That’s why you could not sleep beside.
The smell of household soap — a fading sign,
I know exactly where my horcrux stayed.
No Shazam was made for moments left behind —
They were all bound to be mislaid.