In the hush between heartbeats I whisper your name,

the storm in my chest becomes hymn.

Broken bells of the past still ring,

yet your breath on the wind turns every wound into wine.

We walk on water we once cried,

leaving footprints of salt and starlight.

Hold me until the echo learns silence,

until guilt unclenches its steel-gray hand;

in this fragile flare of dawn we are forgiven,

alive, alight, and forever unchained.

Forgiven, in the silence where the shadows fall,

I carry your name like a scar beneath my skin.

Every tear that burned, every word that broke,

Still echoes in the hollow where your light had been.

I knelt in the rain, begging time to reverse,

But the past is a grave that never gives back.

Now I walk with the weight of what I couldn’t save,

And the mercy I crave is the blade I still hold.

Forgiven—not by you, but by the night that never asks.