different faith.

our souls met where silence hums in the hollow between belief and desire, you looked at me like prayer, and I looked at you like home. but love, our gods drew borders in the sand, and called them sacred. our hands almost crossed them once fingers trembling like verses, hearts caught between heaven and hunger. I still whisper your name like a secret psalm, hoping mercy sounds like your laugh, hoping the sky forgives what our souls remember. maybe in another life our faith won’t wear chains, and the divine will not divide. but for now we love in echoes, we meet in sighs, and worship from afar Author:Yūrei_tamashii