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Lady of the Quiet Rain

You are the serenity that travelers mistake for chance, the whisper a forest keeps in the folds of its leaves. There is a constellation…

I have loved with the gravity of planets clung to bodies as if they were lifeboats sailing toward the infinite hush

Now the mirror shows a stranger I recognize. The same eyes, but deeper. The same hands, but steadier.

And still, in rare quiet evenings, I feel you like fading perfume, a tender ache under my ribs, a gift I could not keep,…

You are the quiet moon, Luna you speak little, but each word turns the earth beneath me.

Today I thank the simple things: the spoon that rests, the milk that bends into silk, the sun leaning gently through the window.

And so I let it be. No forcing the current, no rushing the sun. Just one day, then another, on and on, until whatever…

I smile for you, because love, when it’s true, is stronger than loud thunder, gentler than falling leaves, patient as the deep roots, clinging…

Now, only the echo of you remains in the steam, rising like a ghost that refuses to forget the flavor of our mornings.