The promise

I saw the God in Him, He saw the universe in me

But I still carry a bit of baggage. There’s still a bit of baggage.

I’ve never felt anchored to this world,

A passenger, drifting, unseen, unfurled.

Moving through shadows, no destination,

A soul afloat, lost in isolation.

But with him, I found solid ground,

A rare peace in chaos, profound.

The world stilled, the void erased,

In his presence, I felt embraced.

And when he left, the silence screamed,

The emptiness swallowed all I dreamed.

Longing, grief, and aching desire,

A heart once warm turned cold as fire.

Now void of love, a hollowed frame,

I roam the earth, yet not the same.

The world spins on, but I remain,

A passenger, lost, bound to this pain.

I stood on the other side, a shadowed man,

Ravaged by life, scarred by its hand.

I asked of you, a question so bold,

How do you promise, when hearts grow cold?

If I let my guard fall, my fortress unwind,

And offer a spark from this flame of mine,

How do I know you won’t leave me bare,

Extinguished, alone, gasping for air?

For I’ve rebuilt myself, time and again,

From ashes to fire, through anguish and pain.

If you take my spark and weave it with yours,

Will you stay when the storm comes and roars?

How do you vow to not break my frame,

To not leave me smoldering, void of flame?

For I am a man, once whole, once bright,

Seeking a promise in love’s fragile light.