The Memory Between Light and Ash.

You touched my name and left it etched in dawn,

A fleeting warmth that kissed the edge of night;

Your voice — the echo mortals lean upon,

Became my lantern, small but burning bright.

Yet love’s soft blaze can summon quiet grief,

A golden lie that hides in silver hue;

For every glow must cast its own belief,

And every truth becomes a shade of you.

I held the sun too close, its mercy burned,

Till only smoke and silhouette remained;

Through pain, a colder kind of peace was learned —

The dark and light no longer uncontained.

Now I exist where shadow learns to glow,

Half memory, half ember — whole, below.