18/01/2026
it is always asking about you.
In the light that slips through the trees.
In the stillness that comes when the world slows down.
You appear in the smallest moments—
a scent,
a color,
a thought that arrives without warning
and stays longer than I expect.
Some days I speak your name in silence.
Some days I smile before the ache arrives.
And some days I miss you in ways
words were never meant to hold.
You are not gone from me.
You live in my remembering,
in the love that never learned how to leave,
in the quiet place of my heart
where time does not exist.