When I walk by you
I walk by me—
the shadow, the light,
the unspoken symmetry.

Each step a fold in the fabric,
each glance, a thread
sewing soul to soul,
where beginning and ending
forget themselves.

Yet—between the silence of our steps,
a whisper hides,
an echo older than time,
as though the air remembers
something we have lost.

And when your eyes catch mine,
I almost see the door—
half-closed, half-open—
to a place where shadows walk alone,
and light does not know its name.

:: 09.13.2025 ::