somewhere beyond the gray,
i imagine the sun
still waiting to break through,
its warmth searching
for the right moment
to touch us both again.
what was once passing
still flickers quietly,
as if the clouds themselves
are keeping it safe,
guarding the light
until we are ready.
and if the sky should clear,
if time should bend
and paths return,
i would not miss it twice.
i would gather the light,
call it by your name,
and let the weather of my heart
finally rest in you.