She Returned:
I scolded her for vanishing,
for slipping into shadows
where I could not reach.
But there she was
not newly made,
only rediscovered.
Her eyes carried the quiet ache
of distance,
yet her beauty bloomed untouched,
like a flower waiting for rain.
I wanted to hold her,
to lift the pain from her shoulders,
to remind her:
You exist. You are radiant.
You have always been here.
She only forgets sometimes,
and I only remember sometimes,
but today,
we met again.
L