Rekindling

Years stretched like shadows, 
quiet spaces filled with echoes, 
time draped in the weight of what was left unsaid. 
He was a flicker, a ghost in my memory— 
the moments we shared now woven into threads of nostalgia. 
Yet here we stand, 
in the soft light of reunion, 
as if the universe conspired to stitch us back together.

Every glance holds a deeper hue; 
we traverse this landscape of change, 
where distance has etched new lines on our faces— 
maps of our journeys, paths taken alone. 
But when his eyes meet mine again,   
the air crackles with unspoken promises;   
familiarity wrapped in the warmth of rediscovery.

His voice now carries the weight of wisdom,   
each word dipped in honeyed courage—   
and love spills forth like an old song sung anew.   
“I love you,” he says at last, and it feels different—   
not a whisper lost in time but a declaration carved in stone. 

In this sacred space between us,   
we meet the specters and dreams once forgotten—   
our hearts beating not as they did before but richer,   
woven with remnants of patience and understanding. 

I love him more fiercely now;   
each moment is ripe with intention—   
the sweetness palpable against my skin.    
Our love has grown roots deep beneath the surface;   
it flowers in unexpected corners—   
a testament to all that we have weathered.

We are not who we were;
we are more than mere reflections of past selves.   
Together again—a gentle fire rising from ashes long settled,
and as I lean into his embrace,
I realize this is where I belong.

[2025]