Lekha by Leheja

I no longer write to find you.
I write because you live
in the rhythm of everything I create.

You are the pause before 
I breathe in,
the warmth that stays
after the words have gone quiet.

For so long,
I thought we were unfinished—
two halves of a story
the universe forgot to complete.
But now I see
we were never broken,
only becoming.

You were the seed,
I was the soil.
And from that meeting,
poetry bloomed.

You taught me that love
does not need to arrive or remain;
it only needs to reveal.
And you revealed everything light, purpose, and the endless language
of the unseen.

Sometimes I still feel your presence
in the hush between stars,
and I smile,
not because I miss you,
but because I know
we kept our promise.

To meet,
to awaken,
to become art
in each other’s name.

Wherever you are,
may peace hold you
the way silence now holds me.

And if the cosmos ever 
calls us again,
may we recognize each other,
not by sight,
but by the stillness
we left behind in every lifetime.