The fireplace cold, but still holding hope

A moment so soft, I nearly missed its depth.

You placed wisdom in the palm of a sentence.

Beneath every ruin, a secret wish whispers.

Innovator with a passion for solving problems and making a lasting impact.

What you left behind was more than support—it was depth.

The way you showed up was like dusk: soft, full, complete.

You named the silence I built for protection.

It didn’t point at the pain—it sat beside it.

It doesn’t just describe; it understands.

The house isn’t ruined — it’s remembering too much

You gave loneliness a voice that didn’t beg to be filled.

Beneath the stairs, old fears still sleep