It begins as a splinter of light,

pressing through the fractures of a long ago sealed door.

A whisper at first, a ragged breath against silence,

but growing, insistent.

A call that will not be swallowed,

will not be forgotten.

The bones remember before the mind does.

Fingers twitch, lungs expand,

something deep beneath the ribs

stirs, stretches.

A phantom ache of what was lost,

what is w...