think of me as warmth—
the kind that lingers
after the sun has gone down.
Remember how I loved quietly,
how I held space,
How I chose softness
even when the world felt heavy.
If you miss me,
Look for me
in small mercies,
in kindness that arrives
without asking.
🌻
think of me as warmth—
the kind that lingers
after the sun has gone down.
Remember how I loved quietly,
how I held space,
How I chose softness
even when the world felt heavy.
If you miss me,
Look for me
in small mercies,
in kindness that arrives
without asking.
🌻
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A pause.
A room holding someone who is thinking, feeling, but not rushing to speak.
A pause.
A room holding someone who is thinking, feeling, but not rushing to speak.
It finds me when the nights get long.
You say my name like you’re right there,
But your shadow never steps into the dawn.
It finds me when the nights get long.
You say my name like you’re right there,
But your shadow never steps into the dawn.