You entered softly where the silence bends, between the dust of unfinished prayers. Every room I built to shelter certainty grew windows facing places without air. I gathered names for everything I feared, you scattered them like ash into the tide. Now language folds around your breathing shape, and every answer carries you inside. If truth is only love remembering itself, then every wound has been a hidden door. Undo the map beneath my quiet skin. Teach every shadow how to bloom. Carry me farther than forgiveness goes, where clocks dissolve inside the moon. Let every certainty become a river. Let every river forget the sea. If faith has ever worn a human face, let it arrive disguised as you in me. I watched your absence learning how to glow, a constellation buried in my chest. The stars were never hanging in the sky, they were the thoughts that never came to rest. You kissed the edges off the things I knew, until my borders opened into rain. Now every echo wears another soul, and every silence speaks your secret name. Perhaps we never met. Perhaps the universe only folded twice, so your heartbeat could borrow mine long enough to remember what light sounded like before it became light. Take every version I have tried to keep. Leave only what refuses to be owned. Love me beyond the architecture of desire, until even loneliness feels known. My eyes no longer ask the dark for dawn. The dawn is learning how to see. If every dream is merely waking slower, then stay... until the light learns my name.
