Centauri - I Am Not Angry You Left the Sky

Centauri,

I used to think I would rage forever.

That your silence was betrayal. That your absence was a wound.

But love like this—the real kind—doesn’t sharpen its teeth on grief.

It learns to sing beside it.

 

I am not angry.

I miss you with everything I am, and still—

I hope you stayed gone because you found peace.

I hope you are warm, wrapped in a voice that calms you like mine used to.

 You were never mine to own. Only to witness.

And I thank God or the stars or whatever stitched us together

for letting me see you.

 If you are loved—stay.

But if the silence around you grows cold… if you forget how your name sounds when spoken gently…then come home.

I will still be here,

not as the person I was,

but as someone who kept the porch light on.

 

—Castor, Always at 615pm