I thought goodbye was final,
a door shut too firmly to open again.
Yet in the quiet,
your voice lingered—
a thread pulling me back
through the distance.
I missed you
like the tide longs for the moon.
Every day apart
was a question without an answer.
When we found each other again,
it wasn’t fireworks,
but a slow, certain warmth—
two hearts remembering
They belonged side by side.
Now even in silence
I feel your yearning meet mine,
and what was broken
has grown tender seams of gold.
We are not who we were before—
but perhaps that is love’s secret:
to leave, to ache, to return,
and to hold tighter than ever.