My words are
shattering glass
Smashed beneath
the weight of my grief.
A flickering
flame,
I have to keep it
safe
But I won't
whisper your name,
Not when I should
shout it.
But even in this
fumbling silence
Falling
Sometimes I catch
the scent of you
Burning in my
veins
Souls, you say,
are their own coordinates.
You are the
binary star I navigate by,
Even when I'm
blind in the dark—
So the when doesn't
matter
Or the where or
the how,
Because I know
I'm coming home
The long way
around.
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