I see you in the dark,
A shadow lost in time,
But your light calls me,
And I find the climb.

Through all the years we've missed,
And all the love we sought,
I reach for you in silence,
In every battle fought.

Your tears fall like the rain,
Washing all that’s past,
But still, your voice whispers,
A promise made to last.

I will stand beside you,
No matter where we go,
Through the quiet and the chaos,
Through every ebb and flow.

I stood in the hallway,
the familiar scent of jasmine hanging heavy—
my mother’s perfume.

I called her name,
but it wasn’t the voice of my mother
that answered.

It was mine—
but younger.

I turned the corner,
and there she was—
sitting at the kitchen table,
but her eyes…
they weren’t hers anymore.

"I’ve waited for you,"
she whispered,
and the room went cold.

I reached for her,
but my fingers sank into her skin—
soft, pliable,
like wax—
too easy.

And I realized too late—
she wasn’t waiting for me.
She was pulling me in.

Then I felt it—
a slow, unbearable pressure in my chest.
I couldn’t breathe.

"You’ll never leave me again."