I take you whole — your dark, your light,
I've known you less, I've known you years.
Your silence does not haunt my night —
I see your need, and calm your fears.
Your space is yours. I do not press.
I know you'll turn, I know you'll come —
Not broken, not with false success,
But closer, softer, asking «home?»
Your highs, your lows, your silent storms,
Your wins, your wars — they rest in me.
Not for a season, but in forms
That stay beyond what eyes can see.
The miles don't matter — let them stretch.
I feel them shrink with every word.
We walk toward the same one bridge,
The three small words we've always heard.
We'll say them once, without a chain —
No trap of past, no ghost, no lie.
Just voice to voice, in common plain:
«I love you.» — and we'll know why.
Your Dark. Your Light. Your silence
© Copyright: Евгеша Семёнова, 2026
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