It began without theatre No thunder No sign Just a moment Set slightly apart From the rest of the day The world kept moving But something paused Long enough to notice I remember the way the room changed Not brighter Clearer As if light had learned A new angle Passing through us We spoke But more happened Between the words Your eyes held mine Not searching Not asking Simply there Time folded Softly Like paper warmed by the sun There was laughter Quiet at first Then easier The kind that comes When nothing is being proven When nothing needs defending We stood close Not to arrive anywhere Just to remain And in that nearness The noise of before Fell away I remember your breath Not its sound Its presence A shared rhythm Unplanned Uncounted The world outside Forgot to interrupt Light bent again Stained glass returning Gold deepening into colour Every glance A small vow Never spoken Never needed We held the moment The way you hold something You don’t want to name In case it breaks Hands remembered What minds could not yet say This was not the end of longing It was the beginning of meaning A warmth that did not fade When the room changed When the day resumed Even now When distance speaks louder Than touch The memory stands Upright Certain We met And something true recognised itself Not promise Not certainty But a door quietly open And every time I think of you The light returns At that same angle Stained Whole And endlessly possible
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