This is Where I Died in You
It was not the blade,
not the scream,
not the thousand prayers swallowed
before morning came.
It was the moment
your silence blinked
and I saw myself inside it.
Not you.
Only my echo
dressed in your name.
I knelt inside your chest,
curled beside the last warm place
you left for me,
before the fire went out.
You called it love.
I called it extinction.
Still, I touched your hand
like it was a letter
I forgot to send
in every lifetime before this.
My name dissolved
on your tongue
like sugar in an ocean.
And that was mercy.
We were not made for forever.
We were made
for this:
A beautiful ruin,
still bleeding,
but framed in gold.
This is where I died in you
willing,
wordless,
and whole.
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