I’m wandering into the night, hoping to be found

By you.

It’s been so long—I wonder

how it feels to spark again.

Each synapse—

a stepping stone,

lighting up a tiny fire with every step I take.

They glow, guiding the way

as I follow the path

you wove into my psyche.

And there, I find us—

immortalised,

preserved in the pulse of memory.