I learned your name
Like scripture carved in bone
Not meant to fade
Not meant to be forgiven
There is a quiet holiness
In the way you ruin me
I mistook it for grace
If this is devotion
Then let it be endless
Even if it was never meant to be mine
You unmade me gently
Like something sacred
Handled without care
I do not bleed
I remember
And every memory kneels
Before the shape you left inside me
They would call this a curse
But they have never worshipped you
There is no adsence in you
Only distance pretending to be silence
If you are the wound
Then let me remain open
I was never seeking healing
Only you
Do not release me from this
I have mistaken it for enternity
Do not cleanse this sake
It speaks your name too fluently
Infinite
Not because it lives
But because it never ends