Devang

My love rose: Night gathers the light and rests it gently in your hands. There, between two breaths, I find you. I read your shadow on the page, the way you leave words half-spoken, as if you know the silence will finish them better than I can. I read what you never wrote. And within it, your heart beats clearer than any words. It is the sweet weight of your presence when you are not here. And I remain. Eyes open. Reading you between the lines of the night. D💦🩵🐬R