When you returned,
no door creaked open—
but a locked chest inside my ribs
quietly gave way.
I saw you,
and in that one moment,
offered all my lifetimes
at your feet.
In your eyes
was the same ache
that had been seeking refuge
in the hollows of my soul.
We said nothing—
but our lips trembled,
and a single tear
slipped down your cheek
into the cup of my fingertip.
That touch—
my soul drank it,
like parched earth
tasting its first rain.
You came closer…
slowly…
like a broken promise
walking back to be kept.
Your hand
touched my trembling shoulder,
and in that one caress
I found the warmth
of a mother's embrace
long lost in childhood.
We held each other—
not in bodies,
but in a silent, sacred mourning
of all that had waited,
all that had yearned.
I buried my face
in the dark of your hair,
and wept—
tears I had caged for years
finally spilled
and found home on your skin.
You said nothing—
just ran your fingers down my spine,
and in that tender rhythm
I lived an entire life.
Then you pulled back,
gazed into my eyes,
and kissed my forehead—
a kiss not of desire,
but of gentle surrender,
a vow that we would never
part again.
And then—
your lips touched mine,
slow, trembling…
like two melting ice shards
learning to be water together.
I closed my eyes,
and there was only you—
your breath,
your taste,
your every trembling note
becoming my melody.
That kiss
carried no haste,
no fear—
only a still breath
where two souls
merged into one.
You returned…
and I was
born again.
No more fear,
no more distance,
no time,
no death
greater than this union.
Now that we've found each other,
this love—
is God’s final poem.
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