12.01.2026

Remnants of Light

There was a beam left
where the dark once settled,
a shimmer reminiscent
of all we thought we knew.

In that quiet margin
the world felt both broken
and cherished—
like a final breath
before the final bow.

We dusted off illusions,
brushed away old wounds,
even the insult of absence
couldn’t steal what remained.

Two paths stood before us—
one too familiar, one right,
yet both somehow duplicated
in the mirror of memory.

At the top of our small universe,
we chose again—
not for perfection,
but for presence,
for light’s soft return.

💫Maggie

The Afterlove Voice 💫