one day,
you'll pass by a streetlight humming too low
and hear peace in the silence.

one day,
a forgotten song will play,
and something soft will settle in your chest—
not sadness, not quite memory,
just a warmth without a name.

you’ll taste the air before rain
and not feel alone.

not because i stayed—
but because love does,
quietly,
without needing to be seen.

and though you don’t need me now,
but i’ll remain—folded in the lining of your heart.
and when things fall apart,
i’ll be waiting, open-armed and unspoken.

i will be there when it happens—
not in body, not in voice,
but in the hush between moments,
in the calm after ache.