my letter to sky


Dear sky,

you who rise above all things seen and unseen
you who hold the silence between stars and breath
please carry this message for me
wrap this secret in your clouds as it's delicate

Tell him…

That I know the shape of his absence
the way a missing note belongs inside a song
even before it is played

My soul feels him 
through every version of my becoming

And if ever we meet…

Let the moment be deep enough

to echo through every lifetime I never lived

Let it feel like two truths standing face to face
after wandering through opposite ends of the universe
finally recognizing they were never separate

And in that moment let the universe lean in gently

and whisper 

“Now.
You were always meant to find each other here.”

- Subhashi Tania de Silva


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