In his cadence, I unearth my stillness,
A sanctuary forged in fleeting fullness.
Yet silence lingers when his shadow fades,
Summoning ghosts in fractured parades.

The mirror of trust wavers and bends,
Reflecting a maze where no path ends.
I walk the corridors of yesteryear,
Where wounds are whispers only I hear.

To speak is to ignite the brittle air,
Where words fracture...