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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