There are days
I don’t write a single word,
yet it feels like you’ve
filled every page.
You move in the space
between thought and breath,
a quiet presence
that needs no introduction.
You are not a memory…
memories fade.
You are not a longing…
longing hurts.
You are something steadier.
Something like the way
silence holds a name
without ever speaking it.
I don’t need to see you
to know you are here.
Your essence rests
in the stillness…
the way light pauses on a wall,
the way my heartbeat slows
when I finally stop running
from what is real.
Maybe this is what devotion
becomes when it softens…
not fire,not ache,
just a quiet knowing
that some souls
do not arrive or depart.
They simply are.
And you
are.
Hello,
I’m Prachi
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