As i linger here,
in the gentle embrace of
the churchyard's fading light,
the evening itself seems
to speak to me,
wrapping me in whispers
of what only my heart knows
too well your name.
though you're far,
it's as if the air carries my voice
to you,
crossing the distance
that separates us,
pulling me back
to the moments
where our hearts beat as one.
it's a love that never leaves,
always present,
yet somehow just out of reach.
the birds
begin their journey back home,
their flight a reminder of
how we once found
our way to each other,
time and time again.
they follow a path that's theirs,
much like i follow mine
drawn back to you,
always, no matter the distance.
and as the sky darkens
and the light softens
into...