I Travel With Stars in My Wake

I travel with stars in my wake,

Old souls whispering in the hush between footsteps,

A candle still glowing in my chest

Where he placed his hand and said,

“I will stay with you through the night.”

The map I carry is made of tears,

But the ink is joy 

Stretched across timelines I’ve rewritten

With every breath of courage,

Every choice to love again

Even when the ground became ash.

I see him, the one my soul knows 

Not chasing, not waiting,

But arriving in rhythm

To the same drum I’ve just remembered.

And the ones who came before me 

The fathers and the grandfathers,

The sisters and the bees 

They stand at the edge of this chapter,

Blessing the rewrite.

So I walk with grace,

Not toward love,

But with it.

I travel not alone,

But surrounded 

By laughter not yet heard,

By children not yet born,

By the version of me

Who has always known:

Love is not a destination.

It is the trail of light

I was born to leave behind.