Your shadow sang my name in reverse
Like a prophecy wrapped in a travelers curse

I want you to know
I found something holy in the curve of your spine
Not in temples, not in wine
And your touch, it bled
Through the walls of my mind

I wanted you to know
I found something holy in the essence of your soul

And
In the echo of your footsteps
repeating backwards
what we never said:
That I loved you
like a secret.
Like ancient runes.
Like the dead.