A silhouette emerged on the far side of dusk—
unfamiliar yet somehow written in my destiny
Steps soundless presence unmistakable
I held my breath without meaning to
They carried something fragile in both hands
A glow—dim flickering familiar
My missing light
The one I dropped years ago
No words exchanged;words would fail
They offered it with reverence
as if returning a crown to its rightful heir
My palms trembled under the weight of recognition
When I looked up
the stranger was already walking away
task complete mystery intact
Some angels never show their faces