Today the hesitant sun , disoriented
climbs from the west ,
dragging its light over shadows
that don’t belong.
I ᗞᗩᗞᗞᎩ'S sʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ run, barefoot, from the red poppies,
soft flames beneath me,
but no footprints remain.
Only the earth remembers—
“The untold stories till december"
🍁᪥🍁
I find the backyard,
the old autumn tree
bending low under its own weight,
heavy with secrets and time.
This is where I found him,
waiting in the morning light,
“a boy with dusk in his eyes”,
his hands speaking love
that words could never hold.

Each dawn,
he stood beneath those branches,
his silence an answer to the questions
I never asked.
His presence was enough,
enough to fill the spaces inside me
where love once broke.
We didn’t need to speak.
His touch, his gaze,
were all I knew of comfort,
all I knew of tenderness.
In his eyes, I found the father
I never knew I was missing.
🍁᪥🍁
But today, the air is hollow.
The space where he stood is empty,
the wind...