Rémanence

We were never afraid of distance.

Even when oceans opened between us, even when silence stretched for weeks, the thread never broke.

Every reunion carried the weight of absence, like falling in love for the first time, again and again.

It’s the storm and the calm, the exile and the return, the darkness that tested us, the light that saved us.

We lived in fragments, airports, trains, hotel rooms, long stretches of silence broken by the violence of reunion.

Every kiss carried the weight of months, every embrace carried the echo of loss.

We loved like fugitives, like believers, like fire returning to its flame.

Every time we touched again, it was the world remade.

Eternity rehearsing itself.