The moon spilled soft across the sand, Two ghosts with trembling hands. We’d worn our names like borrowed skin, Too tired to hide again. Sia said, “The world won’t see,” I said, “Then let it be free.” The tide breathed slow between our feet, And all our masks fell incomplete. I am the shape of me at last, Not the shadow of my past. You don’t have to understand, Just hold my heart inside your hand. And if this night’s all we can be, Then let me stay the shape of me. My voice cracked low, the truth came bare, Years of silence filled the air. “I’m not your sister, I’m just me,” A name reborn beneath the sea. She smiled through tears, said, “Now I know, Love was the only home we owe.” The stars leaned close, the night turned kind, Two bodies, two souls, redesigned. I am the shape of me at last, Not the ghost that couldn’t ask. You saw the boy I tried to be, You saw the girl that set me free. And if this love can’t ever stay, Then let it end this gentle way. No vows, no flame, no sound, Just arms that know they’re found. Her breath against my chest, The storm inside at rest. I am the shape of me at last, And you, the mirror I surpassed. When dawn pulls us apart to sea, Remember how you looked at me. The tide takes all eventually, But I was whole when you found me.
