Becoming Strangers

We spoke in whispers, soft and low,
In laughter’s light, in embers’ glow.
In quiet prayers and silver streams,
We wove our hearts, we built our dreams.

You knew my fears, my weary sighs,
The light that danced behind my eyes.
You held my hope, you knew my name,
Before the silence, before it changed.

I did not choose to walk away,
But winds arose, I could not stay.
The tether snapped, the distance grew,
And love turned ghostly, pale and blue.

I knocked, I called, I sent my plea,
But doors don’t open without a key.
And echoes fade behind cold walls,
No matter how a heartbeat calls.

Yet if I spoke, it would be low,
A whisper soft, a sorrowed glow.
If I could see you, just once more,
I’d smile like I had done before.

Not for the ache, not for the pain,
But for the love that still remains.