I’m not just attached to you.
No.
I hold a reverence for you.
Know.

I see your light- your inner realm- even when you slip beyond my sight;
I keep my footing steady still, even when you drift into the night.
I feel you like the sun that burns through winter’s muted grey,
a heat that reaches skin although the sky holds back the day.
I see your inner realm- your energy, egoless humility, your heart-
the pieces you protect from the world, the ones that play a major part.
And yes, our purple bubble… that private, sacred world we spun-
it felt like home in ways no place has ever done.

I see your beauty even when you can’t see me;

I feel the pull of you in the spaces where your presence left its mark,
a quiet force that moves within the sanctum of my heart.
Our paths remain in tandem—faithful, fierce, and true—
meeting in the higher realms where language has no work to do.

Two lives shaped by seasons that carved us through,
yet still beating close with a conceived inner proof.
There are echoes of you in hours that pretend they’ve forgotten,
fingerprints and flashbacks on days that try to move on.
Great love leaves marks—not wounds, but inscriptions—
etched in the chambers where truth settles
and memory tightens its quiet constrictions.

I’m not just attached to you.
No.
I hold a reverence for the bond we carry in the unseen.
Know.