When You Come Back To You.

One day,
you will stand in the quiet of your room,
no tears, no need to explain.. .
just you, and the sun sliding through the window,
like an old friend.

You will look in the mirror
and not turn away.
You will see your eyes,
tired maybe, but alive,
still burning with a small, steady light.

You will smile,
not for anyone,
not for show,
but because it feels good to remember
that your heart
still beats strong.

The hands that once reached for someone
who couldn’t hold you right,
they’ll reach for your own face,
your own chest,
and you’ll say,
“I missed you.”

You’ll pour a cup of tea,
sit by the window,
and not feel lonely.
The silence won’t sting.
It will hum with peace.

You’ll laugh,
and it won’t be because someone made you,
it will be because
you made yourself laugh.

And love,
it will not be a storm
you wait to pass.
It will be a garden
you plant with your own hands,
watering it daily
with patience.

When you come back to you,
you’ll wonder how you ever left.
You’ll write your name on the air
like it’s a song.
You’ll walk barefoot in your own soul
and call it home.

This is not the end of love.
It’s the beginning,
and this time,
it starts
with you.