Between Bruises and Blooms

I hope you wonder if I’m thinking about you.

I hope my name finds its way into your quiet moments, when the world finally stops asking so much of you.

Because that’s where you find me.

In the silence. In the songs. In the spaces between heartbeats where missing someone feels louder than words.

If I could, I’d leave pieces of myself everywhere you go— a laugh in your rearview mirror, a memory in your favorite hoodie, a feeling you can’t quite explain.

Not to haunt you.

Just to remind you that somewhere, someone carries your name like a prayer they never stopped saying.