There’s a promise in the quiet where your memory still sings
floating through the gentle dark like feathers in the breeze
It waits without demanding without tearing at my wings
resting like a secret held between the fading trees
Your presence shaped a tenderness I didn’t know I owned
a calm within the chaos where my aching learned to breathe
And though our fragile timelines pulled us to the unknown
your promise lingered softly in the spaces underneath
If time could bend its rigid spine to cradle what we missed
we’d meet before our trembling hearts unlearned the way to stay
We’d hold each other firmly in the hours gently kissed
and silence wouldn’t steal the words we were afraid to say
In the next life love will find us without storms to fight
without the fear that kept us from becoming what felt right
Until then I will carry your name through every night—
a promise waiting
in the quiet