I’m not waiting.
Not because I’ve stopped feeling,
but because I’ve learned to hold this connection
without needing it to become anything else.
I carry you kindly. Quietly.
Like a song only I can hear.
But if life ever lets our paths cross again —
with time slowed, noise silenced —
I would say yes to one moment.
A kiss.
Not from ache.
Not from desire.
But from reverence.
Just to let our souls speak through skin,
just once.
A kiss for memory.
A kiss for closure.
A kiss for healing.
And then… I would let go again.
Not because I must.
But because I’ve already been changed.
Not because I’ve stopped feeling,
but because I’ve learned to hold this connection
without needing it to become anything else.
I carry you kindly. Quietly.
Like a song only I can hear.
But if life ever lets our paths cross again —
with time slowed, noise silenced —
I would say yes to one moment.
A kiss.
Not from ache.
Not from desire.
But from reverence.
Just to let our souls speak through skin,
just once.
A kiss for memory.
A kiss for closure.
A kiss for healing.
And then… I would let go again.
Not because I must.
But because I’ve already been changed.
by Flaming Hearts 2 July 19, 2025