The Burn That Lingers
How can three pictures
light me on fire
so many times?
It was the first time I remember the burn —
you, seeing through my soul
with those wild, untamed eyes.
You built a universe inside me,
like the one we built with our hands,
a world transcending space and time,
changing the essence of everything it touched.
We created,
and it outstretched to hearts all around us,
bringing tears,
bringing hope,
resonating with our story,
over and over again.
We became a gift —
not just to each other,
but to everyone watching,
everyone wishing
to be seen the way we saw each other.
Now,
I stare at these pictures before I sleep.
The burn still lingers,
still gifting me your presence
for just a little longer —
reminding me,
just once more,
what it felt like
to be seen by you.
