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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required By~Krish The wind arrived without warning its cold fingers lifted him like paper from my hands. He dissolved, like ink in water. The tulips crumbled into ash that danced away before it could touch the ground. The earth tilted beneath me and I fell. When my eyes opened, I was somewhere else. The sun was too bright, its heat warped by a crowd gathered in a trembling circle. At their center, a shape lay still and dread gripped my ribs like a closing fist. I knew this scene. I had dreamt it before. I pushed through each shoulder I passed a wall between me and a truth I didn’t want to know. And then I saw him broken, half-breath, half-gone, lying in his own halo of blood. My world collapsed in the time it took my lungs to forget air. The bones of my heart splintered into dust. Breath left me as if it, too, could not bear to stay. I dropped to the ground beside him, my hand brushing his wrist. And there it was the bracelet I had given him when our hands were still small enough to be held in one palm. The dark closed over me again but this time it was endless. And then light. He stood in its doorway, one hand outstretched, a quiet smile on his lips as if he had been waiting for centuries. The path behind him was a ribbon of stardust, a bridge to somewhere the living cannot name. I reached for him. Every fear, every pain, every year that had gnawed at me melted away as if grief had never been invented. Far away, the rhythm machine cried its final note a last heartbeat in a language only souls understand. And together, hand in hand, we stepped into the constellation where at last, we were allowed to meet. “The last heartbeat was only a doorway… leading me back to you.” ~Krishika
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