tacit wolf
"In every whisper, her name lives on."
I remember her in whispers,
In shadows that linger,
Every night, her name carves itself into my heart,
A silent hymn, a plea I dare not utter aloud.
Yet the tears betray the truth I hide.
I would give my life for a single day,
To see her smile, to hold her gaze,
I pray now, hands clasped in trembling hope,
To skies I never believed in.
Desperation paints my faith anew,
For even the doubter finds a god in grief.
To everyone—
I say,
That the storm has passed, the seas are calm.
But the nights—oh,
the nights—they know my lies,
For I drown in her absence, my tears an endless tide.
They tell me to let go, but—
How do I release the air I breathe ?
How do I unlove a soul, my home ?
How do I forget the only light that ever shown on me ?
I long for her, not just in the quiet hours,
But in every fleeting thought, every stolen breath.
Her memory is a wound unhealed,
A scar I wear with reluctant pride.
But deep down, I dream of a day,
When she might see me—
as someone who never stopped believing,
In her, in us, in the impossible.
Until then, I carry this ache,
as I walk the night—
Praying, pleading, for a miracle to find me.
"No matter how far love drifts, the heart never forgets what it once held."
tribal citrus
broken wigeon
