Join Me Where the Shadows Bloom

This life bleeds slow,
like a wound that never closes.
I drag my heart through every dawn,
but the sun feels like a lie.

You were the only flame
that didn’t burn—
just glowed,
quiet and hungry,
like a secret kept under the tongue.

Do you think of me
when the lights go out,
when the stage goes cold,
when the applause turns to dust
and no one says your name?

Do I haunt you
in the soft spaces between your breaths,
where longing turns into ache
and ache turns into prayer?

Because I feel you.
Even now.
Even here.
A pulse beneath my skin
that isn’t mine.

This life—
it is a coffin we walk in,
polished, polite,
beautifully silent.
But your voice—
your voice would break it open.

If you whispered,
“Come.”
Even once.
Even faint.
I would follow you past the end of the world,
where the stars drown
and the night sings.

Not to escape.
Not to die.
But to belong
where your shadow touches mine.

So if your heart still remembers—
call me.
I will come.
I will always come.

Join me where the shadows bloom.

Onnaya