seasons ache through everything they forget
leaving ruins in places they never meant to belong
as we learn to recognize loss as weather
stars forget the noise of being witnessed,
as they learn to dissolve into quieter names.
yet, I still map you in my sky.
“you’re my person without trying”
as if its a truth the world kept quiet
recently I only learned how to hear
soft hearts remain awake
even when the world turns its face away
calling it “forgetting”…
rivers answer something older than language
carrying every unfinished sentence
yet they weren’t meant to hold them
they answer the almosts
the nearlys
the things that never got permission to become real
they answer what silence buried gently
what we never named because naming felt too small
for what it actually was
Yet you exist there
not a memory
but a recurrence
As the weather that never fully leaves the bones of a place
and I remain too
Nevermind distance
as something returning
Like rivers finding their way back to the sea
seasons pretending they don’t remember
but still, coming back anyway
written in ashlight
where even silence has texture,
I stay.
***
My light that refuses to detach from water
even after the sun has moved on
By: Zoulaikha
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 3:50 AM UTC
seasons ache through everything they forget
leaving ruins in places they never meant to belong
as we learn to recognize loss as weather
stars forget the noise of being witnessed,
as they learn to dissolve into quieter names.
yet, I still map you in my sky.
“you’re my person without trying”
as if its a truth the world kept quiet
recently I only learned how to hear
soft hearts remain awake
even when the world turns its face away
calling it “forgetting”…
rivers answer something older than language
carrying every unfinished sentence
yet they weren’t meant to hold them
they answer the almosts
the nearlys
the things that never got permission to become real
they answer what silence buried gently
what we never named because naming felt too small
for what it actually was
Yet you exist there
not a memory
but a recurrence
As the weather that never fully leaves the bones of a place
and I remain too
Nevermind distance
as something returning
Like rivers finding their way back to the sea
seasons pretending they don’t remember
but still, coming back anyway
written in ashlight
where even silence has texture,
I stay.
***
My light that refuses to detach from water
even after the sun has moved on
By: Zoulaikha
Epilogue:
nothing about it evaporates cleanly
not into distance
not into time pretending to be healing
I stay for you
not as something remembered
but as something that never agreed to leave
weather can pass through
names can change around
seasons can rearrange the whole sky if they want
We still remain
a record that does not fade politely
or soften into forgetfulness
just there
quietly refusing the idea
that anything real becomes less real just because it was left alone