
Remembered
And still, in rare quiet evenings, I feel you like fading perfume, a tender ache under my ribs, a gift I could not keep, a love unheld, yet once real.
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And still, in rare quiet evenings, I feel you like fading perfume, a tender ache under my ribs, a gift I could not keep, a love unheld, yet once real.

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

And so I let it be. No forcing the current, no rushing the sun. Just one day, then another, on and on, until whatever this is becomes what it’s meant to be.

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 to mountain’s dark heart.

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

Your pretty smile is a hush beneath thunder, a gentle harbor in the stresses of man’s days. The world shouts, breaks, and tumbles – but you, you are the smile that mends it.

In your name, I have traveled the deserts of longing, the mountains of joy, and the valleys of despair. And yet, I would walk them all again just to feel the brush of your hand in mine.

You resist, but you will remember me with each fallen leaf, each brittle crack beneath your feet. You will see me in the dying light, in the shadows that stretch too long, and you will wish you had held on tighter.

And so, I find myself craving you, not out of need, but out of a desire to share this life I’ve built, to blend our paths and create something even more beautiful. Because while I was happy in my world, with you, happiness has a new depth, a richness I can’t ignore.