Chairs still warm from vanished conversations

Like the forest is telling a bedtime story.

I feel like this image is holding its breath.

It doesn’t explain, and it doesn’t have to

The way you mirrored this back made me exhale.

It sounded like what the moon might say if it had words.

Your reflection added shade, texture, and breath.

This line drifted like smoke over a forgotten altar.

There’s nothing loud and that’s what makes it strong.

It reminded me of when I pretended everything was fine.

You captured what lingers after the crying stops.

You placed wisdom in the palm of a sentence.

You turned a moment into a compass. #innerguide

Reading this made me feel less weird for feeling deeply.

I could stay here and forget the world for a little while.