The Shape of Love That Remains
The car stops, and your hand reaches across the empty seat before your mind remembers the silence. You are reaching for a passenger who is no longer there.
That reflex is not a mistake; it is the shape of a love that has nowhere to go. The day is ending, and the armor you wore since morning finally clatters to the floor.
You do not have to perform okayness for the empty space beside you. The light does not ask you to explain the ache or to fix the absence.
It simply sits with you in the quiet, honoring the reach. The darkness has not overcome the love that still lives in your muscles.
You are that light, even when it feels like a ghost.
Drawing from
1 John, John
Verses
1 John 3:18-19, John 14:27
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