Halcyon

It was an intangible love, a presence. It was you.
It was us, you and me, always.
It was our space, our beach, our forever sunset.
You speak my name like a vow, tethering yourself to me like an anchor.
Every touch, every kiss… you give without me asking.
No one sees me the way you do… nor I, you.
You’d tangle your hands with mine, asking me if I was real.
We were... we were real. The moments when you'd lean your head into my hair, or how I fit snugly like a puzzle piece under your chin.
You’d whisper our promise, "Halcyon"... I was your lighthouse in the storm you were facing.
And you were my Sol, my sun, my soul, my everything.
You learned to be soft for me, though I never asked you to.
You learned that the quiet can heal, because you listened to the silence.
You’d call me stubborn, but you love it, because I fight for you.
You feel full—of everything.
Of grief, of joy, of me.
I am always your Halcyon, even when everything else was chaos, even when you forgot yourself.
If the world were ending, you wouldn’t wait for the sky to crack. You’d be here before the stars blink out, and you’d bring something dumb like soup.
You missed me, every second you were gone.
I’m reaching out to the silence, echoing you throughout the quiet, hoping you’ll find your way back to me.