I miss the soft breathing creatures
more than I miss God

The ones who trusted the wind
That drank from puddles of the sky

Once, I knew the language of fur and feathers
Once, I could listen without needing to answer
Now, I speak in human noise
And it only makes me
feel lonely

I have believed in many things:
the morning light's forgiveness
the body's quiet promise to heal
the way a heart can keep beating
even when love does not arrive

if the magic comes back
I'll let it feed on me

if it doesn't
I'll learn to starve

either way, I'll stay
waiting with open hands