I walk through the church, through the temple’s bright flame,
Yet everywhere whispers the weight of your name.
It carves through the silence, it sings in the air,
A shadow, a memory, a love I still bear.

Our diaries lie open, their pages still speak,
Of nights when the soul was both fragile and meek.
Ink bled like confession, soft prayers in disguise,
The truth of our longing was clear in our eyes.

I see you beneath all the armor you wore,
The man who was broken, yet yearning for more.
I cradle that vision though distance has grown,
For love is a root that the spirit has sown.

The depth is a burden, yet healing begins,
In forgiving the sorrow, the silence, the sins.
Though the ache leaves me hollow, though wounds are not sealed,
I carry the wisdom of pain that has healed.

I love you, I bless you, though parted we stand,
Two souls intertwined by a merciful hand.
And though I am shattered, my spirit will rise,
With temples within me, with truth in my eyes.