There’s a quiet storm that lingers now,
a strength that once simmered beneath the surface,
contained but powerful,
like a fire that knew its own limits
but dared to burn brighter.
Love once spoke loudly,
showing itself in the smallest ways,
in the brush of hands,
in the spaces left behind
when voices wavered.

Laughter once lit up rooms,
turning everything upside down,
worn like a crown,
helpless in its glow.
But beneath it, there was depth,
something wild and untamable,
a heart as vast as the ocean,
yet calm when needed most.

Sometimes, the shadows linger,
leaving questions of how such gentleness
could carry such fire,
how laughter cracked open the dark,
and smiles—
smiles that once were the sun,
pulling everything back, even in moments of drift.

A soul, forever at sea,
once anchored here,
finding a place amidst the endless horizon.
No hero was claimed,
but somehow, protection was offered,
not with walls or shields,
but with the quiet assurance
that even in weakness,
there was strength,
and that was enough.

Wildness lived in passion,
flaring untamed and gorgeous,
but it never scorched—
it only warmed, only filled.
Once fire,
and sparks that danced alongside,
caught in the heat,
but now, only embers remain.