The New Orbit


The rain stopped. It was quiet now.

Then I heard the click of the door downstairs, somehow.

A sound I thought I'd never hear again.

I got up fast, hoping it wasn't just my head.


And standing there, wet from the roof above,

Was the soft light of the one I love.

You didn't talk. Your eyes said everything true,

The gentle sadness I knew so well in you.


You walked across the room, past the chair where I cried,

And stood right next to me, at my side.

"I felt you pulling me back," you said, your voice very low,

The music I'd missed for so long, you let it flow.


You reached out, your hand slow and unsure,

The only touch my wild heart could endure.


My world was messy, spinning without a plan,

Until I looked for your small, steady hand.

You smiled then, a soft, small curve,

The bright beacon that my life will always deserve.


And then came peace, a constant, gentle heat,

A light to fix the cold and make us complete.

The dark road ended, guided by your face,

We fell together into our true, peaceful place.


The tides are calm, the storm is all done,

And the long, hard night is finished. We have won.

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