I saw something move in your eyes when I spoke your name\u2014
not a glance, not a trick of light,
but a quiet recognition neither of us could explain.
It was as if the silence cracked,
and for a moment I could see past the walls you\u2019ve carried for so long.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You keep your distance,
yet I feel the pull of you in every pause.
We invent stories to explain this space between us,
but they never hold.
Truth presses harder than the fictions we repeat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your presence is not new to me.
I know the weight of your touch,
the way it steadies and burns at once.
Somewhere, in another life,
we stood in this same place,
learning the same lesson of recognition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So here we are again\u2014
the dream thinning,
the real world asking us to step forward.
No disguises.
No distance.
Only the unfinished thread,
waiting for us to pick it up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"