The Light That Refuses To Leave

The afternoon stretches long when you are waiting for a phone that does not ring. You carry the weight of someone who has already set their burden down.

It feels like you are shouting into a room that has been empty for years. But the light does not require reciprocity to exist inside you.

It is not a transaction that fails when the other person walks away. There was a man born blind, not because of sin, but so the works of God might be displayed in him.

Your longing is not a punishment for loving too much. It is the canvas.

The one who sees you does not need you to stop missing them to love you. He sees the tear before it falls.

You are not defined by the silence on the other end of the line. You are defined by the light that refuses to leave your chest, even when the world goes quiet.