The Inevitable Eclipse

I miss you—there is no truth more bare than that. Yet I pace the borders of your space, whispering why, why, why into the quiet, wondering why I cannot simply leave you alone. You are a haunting familiarity. You hold the blueprints to who I am, yet you feel like a beautiful stranger, knowing everything and nothing all at once. Perhaps I cling to the phantom of our time, haunted by a longevity I’ve never known elsewhere. But the truth is, neither of us ever truly stayed. I am the one who runs; you are the one who breathes through the distance, never suffocating, never demanding. We exist in the spaces between the months, an anchor masquerading as an escape. I tether myself to the quiet promise of our return, waiting for the inevitable eclipse when we collide again. I am trapped in this beautiful, permanent ache: destined to never fully stay, but entirely unable to leave. I love you. I know that now.