I have learned the art of vanishing—
to be here without a sound,
to walk the edge of your world
where footprints are never to be found.
No shadow lingers when you turn,
no echo clings to your air.
I have folded myself into nothing,
but nothing is always there.
I do not ask for your eyes to seek me,
nor for your hands to reach.
I have buried my name in quiet,
in silence too deep for speech.
And yet, if ever the night is heavy,
if ever the stars seem dim,
know that I am the hush between heartbeats,
the unwavering, unseen hymn.
For love need not be spoken,
nor answered to be true.
It is simply being—always,
without needing anything from you.