Care and Holding on.

Not everything is forgotten.

Not everything disappears.

There is a hand,

a glance,

a breath beside yours.

This is the place of staying,

not knowing what to say,

but saying it anyway.

The shimmer here is quiet.

It does not ask for attention.

It only asks to remain.

In this zone,

we hold what cannot be held.

We care,

even as the edges fray.

I said,

do ou remeber?

He blinked.

Then smiled,

as if I were someone

he used to love.