Frequencies

I sought you briefly, a fleeting beacon,
to confirm my steps, my chosen path.
Will I ever see you again? I truly don’t know.
Are we tuned to the same frequency,
or have you merely stumbled upon my station,
a ghost caught in the hum of static?
 
I dug up  your skeletons,
just so I could drink tea with them,
to make sense of the echoes they leave behind.
You fear the dark, but I find solace
where shadows weave their quiet embrace.
 
It was a Friday night—
a moment of resolve,
when I vowed to no longer dance
in spaces that siphon my vibrations.
I am preserving my energy,
a guardian of my own spark,
because I know—I know—I am on to something.
 
Once, I wrote a poem  about two
galaxies,
destined to collide,
their union a tempest,
destroying all that was
only to birth something new.
 
Just know—
you never broke my heart.
That night, clarity dawned:
the time was never ours to claim.
 
You and I, we have work to do,
a long road yet to walk.
My only advice—
befriend your shadows.
Remember, the dark isn’t so terrible.
Sit with it long enough,
and you’ll find the light within.