Of all the faces in the crowd,
mine always finds yours.
Like gravity,
like a tide returning to shore—
without reason,
without choice.
I never meant
to love like this.
Never thought
a single presence
could fill so much silence.
But your name lives
in the corners of every thought,
in the warmth I reach for
when the world feels too far.
And I ask—
why you?
Why always you?
I’ve tried to turn away,
to name this something else—
but even my lies
carry your shape.
So let me stay here,
in the ache,
in the wanting,
in the love
I would give anything not to feel.
Because no matter how far I walk—
I end up at your door,
again,
and again,
and again.
For every remnant of me is but a shadow of you,
and only you.
