There is no shame in lingering where possibility lives.”
I tarrow
at the edge of becoming,
half-ghost, half-girl,
unsure which silence to trust.
My fingers
hover over doors I built,
but never dared to open.
Not fully.
There’s a name I no longer say
in the voice I used to have.
There’s a love
pressed between two lifetimes—
not gone, just
folded.
I tarrow,
not out of fear,
but reverence.
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