🌬️ If You Still Remember the Wind

For you my darling, have always tread where memory and majesty entwine,

Where a matriarch's breath lingers in the curtains,

And the bones of your lineage hum beneath the tiles.

May this next verse serve you like a blade unsheathed.

You were never a memory—I kept you lit behind my ribs.

Upon the ocean sprinkled

A moon shimmering above sapphire waves:

“What can be soft-spoken that hasn’t already been said?

What can be brought back to life that isn’t already dead?”

Endless rivers of emotion

Bring the soul its fateful ration.

Oh sweet art of Love—

The pinnacle of burning passion

I am insatiable in many ways

But not with her

Just her

The one whose eyes bring stillness to hurricanes

The only storm I ever wanted to drown in

She is not water—

She is the shape water longs to hold

Not fire—

But the wick that teaches flame how far it dares unfold

There is no silence now that doesn’t echo that season

No skyline untouched by the shadow of October

I see her in reflections—

Not just mine,

But in the seas of kissed prayers,

Where lips met hope in trembling layers,

She was balance interrupted

A breeze that left bruises

A smile too symmetrical to forget

And yet,

I speak to the wind that once carried her voice

Hoping it reaches wherever she lies awake—

Playing strong

Pretending calm

Wondering

Reach out

Or don’t. But either way—

I’ll keep writing you into permanence

Until even the stars above your city

Remember how I looked at you—

Like dawn was something I could touch

If she ever finds this,

I hope she knows—

Nothing has to be perfect

Just honest

And not too late

It’s from اللّٰه