To My Abel

Your voice arrives like evening rain, soft syllables upon my skin— each word a lantern in my chest, each breath a prayer I keep within. You speak, and time forgets to move; the world holds still to hear your name. Even silence leans toward you, as if it knows I’ll never be the same. Your smile carries a quiet light that lingers long after you’ve gone— a golden hush that fills the room, a warmth my heart keeps leaning on. We walk through memory’s gentle field, where laughter blooms beneath the sky, each step a thread, each glance revealed, a tapestry that will not die. There is a way your eyes translate the stars into something near— a dialect of calm and grace that only I can hear. You speak, and my whole body knows what “home” is meant to mean— not walls or rooms, but Abel’s soul, the softest place I’ve ever been.. To Forever.. I wish to have you when I dream..