and now
it settles
not gone
not ever that
i feel it still
in the quiet parts of me
where things don’t ask
to be explained
it isn’t soft
no
it has teeth
it knows how to stay
without asking permission
and i
i let it
i don’t reach for you
that would be too easy
too human
and this
this – is something else
something that doesn’t beg
doesn’t promise
doesn’t belong
it just exists
between that space
where nothing is said
and everything is understood
i could pull it closer
i could burn it out
but both would ruin it
so i leave it
untouched
unnamed
alive
because there is a kind of love
that doesn’t need a future
to prove
it happened
and a kind of hunger
that learns
to live
without being fed
and still
it stays
not louder
not weaker
just deeper
like something
that chose
to become
part of me

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