Sacred Stay – The Soul’s Last Touch

I tried to walk away

but the wind had your voice.

I turned from the sky

but the clouds wore your smile.

I closed the door,

but my breath whispered your name

before sleep could hush it.

Maybe I am not moving,

not forward, not back.

Maybe I’m still not stuck.

I am not avoidant.

I am devoted

in a world that forgot how to stay.

Some people love

by leaving.

I love by remaining.

And if I am in the same place, it’s because

that’s where your soul

last touched mine.

And some touch

is holy.