You speak without words
soft in the dark between thoughts
offering safety
stitched from old promises
that unraveled in your hands
Yes, I feel the pull
to stay, to be seen, to rest
in arms that mimic
the shape of love
but not its weight
You say he won’t come
You say you can love me more
But it is not you
who keeps the fire lit
Not you
who broke the silence
and called me back
from the sleep of forgetting
What you offer
might let me live longer
but only half-alive
a flicker behind borrowed glass
tethered to the dream
of safety without purpose
So I bless you
and turn away
toward the dying
that leads me home.
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