W A Y S F A

Still, You Reach Me

Across the years, your voice has been
a place my thoughts return to —
soft, steady, familiar,
a warmth that never slipped away.

You’ve carried light without naming it,
and somehow it reached me
even when distance lived between us.

There’s a tenderness in your honesty,
a trust you’ve given so naturally,
and I’ve held it with care,
grateful for the way it’s shaped my heart.

If time has taught me anything,
it’s that some connections
don’t waver or wander —
they deepen into something lasting.

And yours,
after all these years,
still feels like a quiet, enduring love —
one I cherish more than I ever said aloud.

Until now.