Broken Tidal Prayer

A shape in the quiet,

unspoken

Light folding into the air

Something already dissolving Before it was ever there

I moved through a half-formed silence Where time had forgotten its name

Your presence—barely a movement

Yet nothing remained the same

A breath that refused to be held A trace that would not

remain Somewhere between recognition

And something close to pain

The air carried fragments of you

In places I couldn’t define A voice just outside of language A

rhythm that loosened mine There was a name in the distance It

trembled, then slipped away Like something too pure for memory Too fragile

to ever stay

Everything bending around it Everything falling through

A world that was almost forming Then breaking at the view Hold—

Hold— Nothing to hold

Still— Still—

Almost still Breath—

Gone— Undone

There— Not there We faded before we were spoken Before we could

take a form Something like love without language Something both distant and

warm

A light that refused to be named Yet stayed at the edge

of the frame

And once—just once—in the silence Emma… It fell through the space between

moments Like dust in a fractured beam

Not lost,

not held, not remembered Just part of a thinning dream And everything

emptied around

it And everything turned to grey Not absence,

not even distance Just something that slipped away A shape I could

almost follow But never enough to remain Like light on a dying

surface Breaking again