I reached for you and found you thinning, closer and still slipping from my hands. My love is unending β the truest gift I carry, steady where nothing else will stand. I gave my calm, my fire, my time; you met me with fog and distance.
So I stay, quiet and steady, not chasing, only keeping ground. If the stars should find their rhythm again, Iβll be exactly where Iβve always been. Every flight must find a place to land β and I hope, when you choose your course, your destination is me.
