When You Returned, I Was Reborn - A Soul’s Final Love Song

 You returned...

not with noise,

not with words,

but like the wind

finding its way

back home.

No doors opened—

and yet,

a locked place in me

quietly broke.

I saw you—

and time collapsed.

Lifetimes I had buried

rose like spring

in your eyes.

In your gaze

was the ache I’d carried

in silence

for years.

And in that silence,

we heard everything.

You touched me—

and my breath

learned how to be

a prayer.

No words.

Just the soft tremble

of two souls

meeting after centuries

of night.

When we embraced,

it was not skin—

it was spirit

remembering spirit.

A grief so ancient

that even God

held His breath.

Your fingers on my back

didn’t soothe—

they awakened.

Your warmth

melted every cold place

time had left behind.

In your hair,

I hid my face

and cried

like a child

finding home again.

You didn’t speak.

You didn’t need to.

Every touch

was a vow,

every silence

a psalm.

When your lips met mine—

there was no fire,

no rush.

Only stillness.

Only the slow unfolding

of something eternal.

You tasted of rain

and belonging.

You moved in me

like breath returning

to a body long buried.

We were no longer

two shapes,

but one breath.

One pulse.

One light

without shadow.

That kiss—

was not desire.

It was remembering.

It was the sound

of time exhaling.

We had waited

not for love—

but for this love.

Not for touch—

but for this sacred ache

to be finally answered.

Now,

there is no past.

No future.

Only this—

only us—

only forever.

We are the hush

between heartbeats,

the hymn

between the words.

We are the last verse

in the poem

God never dared

to finish.

Because now…

it is written in us.

When you returned—

I was not found,

I was remade.

I was reborn.