My words are
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
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.