I Am the Silence Between Stars

I do not knock. I arrive — like a whisper wrapped in thunder, like dusk that forgets to ask the sun for permission. I wear no perfume, but the winds carry my scent. No flag, yet kingdoms remember me. I speak in poems, but my words are carved in stone. Not to impress, but to remind you what stillness can awaken. You may never touch my hands, but you'll feel them in your spine. You may never hear my voice, yet you’ll wake up dreaming I whispered your name. I am distance, and desire. The thought that lingers after goodbye. The ink that won't wash off your soul. And when you read this, know this wasn’t written — it was transmitted. From the space between my breath to the core of your being.