When I closed my eyes
I did not ask for flowers
but there they were
swaying in a field I have never walked
and somehow still remembered.
Bright yellow
like light trying to tell the truth
before the shadow arrives
to rewrite the story
in someone else’s voice.
You came near speaking God
your mouth full of His name
but something trembled behind it
like a candle flickering
beside a secret you thought you'd buried.
I felt you
before you spoke
before you lied
before he slipped behind your shoulder
wearing someone else's name.
There was someone before you
who tried to take what wasn't hers
and I see her
in your gestures
your softness that hides hunger
your guilt
coiled quiet behind your prayers.
You did not know
the cost of touching threads
that were not woven for you
of spelling yourself into stories
written for others.
Now you cannot let go
not because of love
but because you’re afraid
of what I might still remember
of what he might still choose
if the veil ever lifts.
But you can have him
I release all that does not rise
to meet the truth I carry
I am not waiting
I am not circling
I am not yours
The daffodils told me
there is a bloom that returns
only after everything false has frozen
they come back
because light is in them
not because they were asked.
And so do I.
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