Love came quiet, a whisper, a thread,
Wove through the hours where silence had bled.
It lit up the dark like a midsummer flame,
And nothing, not even the stars, felt the same.
We danced through the days with our hearts wide apart,
Stitching new galaxies into one heart.
You laughed like the world had never known pain,
And I followed, like thunder follows the rain.
But time, cruel time, with hands made of glass,
Let all our sweet promises silently pass.
A word, a look, a pause too long—
And something so certain began to feel wrong.
I begged the night to keep you near,
But echoes don’t answer and shadows don’t hear.
You slipped through the cracks where forever once grew,
And love, oh love, forgot how to be true.
Now I hold what’s left like dust in my chest,
Where your name used to echo and hope used to rest.
Still, I’d do it again—yes, even the fall,
For to love you at all was worth losing it all.
POETRY 