Many years have passed,
yet it seems like only yesterday
when you turned slightly toward a moment —
the sun wove its casual seduction
through tangled strands of your hair,
catching my heart in my throat.
Angles of your face, your cheek,
the curve of your mouth and tilt of your eyes...
even now, I hear your whisper from afar.
Your hands moved in elegant arcs as you signed "I love you",
words wrapped within the warm glow of a single candle,
a gentle dance between shadows and light.
Time cannot alter such memories.
They live quietly, pulsing slowly
between the spaces of every breath.