There is a thread—
unseen, divine—
spun long before your hand met mine
In the silence where no eyes see
God wrote your name beside my decree
Beneath the stars, before the breath
in the realm untouched by time or death
our souls were lanterns, side by side—
then cast to earth, and made to hide.

You walked through rain, I burned through frost
both led by strings we didn’t know
We loved the wrong, we lost the right
yet dreamt the same face every night
The world was loud, but hearts were wise—
they searched for home in strangers' eyes
I passed by years that wore your scent
not knowing where your silence went.

And every prayer, though not your name
still reached the sky and burned the same
Still, fate would stretch but never tear—
for what is yours is always there
Perhaps in this life, not in flesh—
but in the ache, the dreams, the breath.
Perhaps we meet where souls reside
where tulips bloom and no one dies.

So if you feel a sudden pull
when the wind is soft, and the world is dull—
it’s me, my love, it’s always been—
the other end of the unseen string.


Erennwrites