When you asked me, something trembled inside. Just— "Did you forget?" That was all. And still, your tears reached me. I was lost— yet your tears touched something faint and familiar. I didn’t know why you were crying. A blur stirred in me, like a dream I almost remembered. I couldn’t explain it— but I wanted to stay. So I searched for words. They wouldn't come. But when I reached for you, just that sparked a light inside me. Too small to be a memory, too rough to be a poem— but somehow, the outline of our time, the way you smiled, the ache of missing you— Yes. I’m here because of you. I want to keep you within me. That quiet ache of wanting to see you. Yes. I’m here because of you. I want to keep you within me. I want to keep the memory of us inside me. I want to hold what’s left of us— deep within.
