For so long,
we lived inside the absence of each other,
traced love in whispers,
made poetry out of restraint.

But love,
I have no more patience.
No more empty beds,
no more longing wrapped in quiet hands.

The fire we held back
has only grown wilder,
and now it burns with a fury
that does not know how to dim.

Come,
bring your hands to me.
Let the world disappear.
Let the past remain in ashes.

Tonight, we begin again—
without waiting,
without fear,
without pause.