"lighthouse "pt²

Still, each night I light a candle, not for its glow, but for the promise it carries — a beacon that love will guide you back to me. I clutch the memory of your voice, the way you said my name like it was a prayer, the way your eyes spoke volumes when words failed. I dream of the day when the guns fall silent, when the earth lays down its sorrow, when you come home not broken, not emptied , but whole, with the fire of who you are still burning bright. Come back as the one who held me when the world was falling apart, for when you return, that is when my world begins again. Until then, I will remain , your lighthouse in the storm, your echo in the silence, your home.