Thinking of you.

Hoping you’ll return.

Different, but the same.

A glimmer of our past shining in your eyes, mixing with forgiveness and regret.

Remembering your glow.

Forgiving our mistakes.

Transformed, but familiar.

A dance of what could be weaving through my mind, evoking silent tears and hopeful grace.

Unveiled.

Unarmed.

I wait…