I came in quiet,
as breath behind breath,
soft as a promise.
I waited
beneath ribs,
where secrets are unflanked
and always listening.
She was a door
already open.
I was a wind
that knew its way in.
She gave me her mornings.
I gave her stillness.
And something like peace.
Others called out,
but she liked how I stayed.
I never hurried her.
Never reminded her of clocks.
And when it was time,
she didn’t fall—
she leaned.
Not out of fear.
Not from despair.
But from wanting
to stop aching.
So I gave her wings
but took the sky.
And I held her,
as I always had.
