E V E N T I D E

In the purple haze of the setting sun,Monday, 5.20 pm.
Speyside, drifting through the air,
With Justin Vernon’s voice
I was hearing the same ache in his words,
Both standing in the same quiet.

I found something hushed,
Empty of names, of faces.
I couldn’t trace where I’d been,
What I’d been chasing.

Then, from the doorway,
You appeared
A smile lighting the room,
Those tiny steps pulling me in.

And in that second,
The puzzle clicked
This was it, the roof of it all.

I never thought that you
So small, so quiet,
Could teach me the heaviness of being,
The depth of lessons
Too vast for words.

Even in the hollow moments
When the world feels weightless,
And nothing tugs at my soul
It’s alright
Because you’re here.

Your quiet gravity
Is the only thing keeping me from floating away.

So, here’s to you.
In the silence of my fall,
You’ve been the hand that steadied me.
I hope one day,
This will linger in you.