You came so slow and walked in quiet, like you’d been living between my breath and my heart. You are the softness after the storm, the name I always call when the room gets too still. You see the parts of me that I hide from the mirrors, and you don’t look away. If pain was my shadow, you are the light that stayed, and in staying you became the one after my heart, the reason it remembers how to beat without fear.
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