01
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.
02
Now, only the echo of you
remains in the steam,
rising like a ghost
that refuses to forget the flavor
of our mornings.
03
Another sunrise.
Another chance
to get it right.
And I will.
Because the fire’s back -
quiet,
controlled,
mine.
04
I choose the memory of your hands
cupping my face like a prayer.
I choose the stories you told,
woven into the quiet spaces of my heart.
I choose the castles, the palaces,
the old stone bridges you never saw,
but would have loved.
05
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.
06
And your name -
you call it funny,
but to me, it rings like poetry,
the kind that arrives unannounced,
stays in your chest for days,
and reminds you of soft dawns,
of spring mornings
too perfect to repeat.
07
Moving on is not forgetting -
it’s letting the ashes settle,
letting the wind carry what remains,
while we walk forward,
hands empty, but hearts open
for the fires yet to come.
08
It is not emptiness I feel,
but fullness -
a space within me that dreams,
that stretches its hands toward something unseen,
something yet to arrive,
something more beautiful.
09
Time and again,
we push through the dark,
through the endless turning of days,
never surrendering,
never undone.
10
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.