Take me back to the start

let me go back

to where

your eyes first

met mine

beneath that golden hush

of maybe love.

let me return

to the touch of your hand

the way it fit

so quietly

into my world.

not to undo it—

god no—

but to do it again

and again

until my soul

can recite it

like a favourite poem.

because now

you’ve gone quiet

the details blur—

the sound of your laugh,

the way you said my name—

and I am terrified

of forgetting

the only place

I ever felt

truly home.