Because You Saw Me

In your joy-lit gaze,
something precious in me
rose to life.

You didn’t look at me—
you saw me.
And in that moment,
my skin remembered
how to be soul.

No promises passed.
No futures framed.
Just presence—
so full, so tender,
it trembled at the edge of sacred.

Your breath near mine
was a soft undoing—
armour melted,
time bent,
and the air leaned in to listen.

Your embrace—
a thank you
that bowed deeper than form.

And though it came
without a name—
I bless the ache you left.

A thread was touched.
A vow was stirred.
And whatever this was—
it was real.

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