There was a time
I stood at the edge of myself—
not lost, but hollow,
a soul unraveling in silence.
I didn’t want to fight anymore,
not because my heart was shattered,
but because I didn’t know who I was without the cracks.
I was broken—
not in pieces,
but in absence,
like something essential had gone missing
and left a ghost in its place.
Then came you.
You were safety wrapped in warmth,
a quiet place I could breathe in.
For a while,
you made me feel whole again,
as if your light could fill the empty spaces
I was too tired to name.
But comfort, it seems,
is a visitor—
soft in arrival,
cruel in departure.
And though you stayed for a while,
the feeling faded
like a dream I woke up too early from.
Still, I remember
what it was to feel safe
even if it didn’t last.