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a pause in my pulse

as my heart echoes a beat ahead,

my consciousness a mayfly

wandering for an instant, claded in dustlight.

it tumbles down a path of thorns

veiled in honeyed memories,

lingering in moments woven from silence and almosts,

seeking the warmth of a sun that

bleeds crimson on the horizon’s maw.

leaves tingle as the south wind

grazes my skin,

piercing it with dreams

splintered by a thousand silences.

the buzz of existence falters,

the tides eclipse ,

what remains of me

beneath a library of swallowed words,

a chorus of muted violins,

a cradle of unstitched memories

etching gallows into my untranslated being.

yet,

in the hush between thunder and echo,

i feel the ghost of a soul

that once lingered beneath my sternum

a touch that stitched stars into my constellation,

remnants of hands that once cradled

like a newborn’s prayer,

a voice, a gesture,

that paved a nomad’s path

a certain someone who, for once,

made silence feel like sanctuary, not scream.

devoid and stripped of their essence

as millennia glide by each second,

i wander, seeking the fingerprint

once caved into me.

now, i dawdle drowning in them

as each unwritten page turns.

and still, i hope,

not for their homecoming,

but for a chalice to hold all that was forgotten,

for a language to paint

the luminance of hers.

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