Each note pulls me back- there is too much time cannot erase.
Our goodbye that was too sharp,
Yet the bond that never broke,
to the thread that quietly holds
even across years and miles.
I listen.
And in the music, I find
what words cannot hold:
the weight of what we were,
the echo of what we still are.
Only time will tell
how this thread unwinds,
but for now,
the melody cradles my heart
and all is quietly well.
