Centauri - The Way the Moon Carried Your Name

Centauri,

Tonight the moon is hung low and gold—

the kind that makes the whole world feel like it’s waiting for a story to be told.

And I realized:

I only ever wanted to tell you mine.

 

I can’t remember the last time I heard your voice with certainty.

Not a recording, not a sentence I’ve memorized.

I mean your real voice—the one that felt like velvet over bone,

the one that knew how to say my name without breaking it.

 

It’s quiet here now.

And not the kind that soothes.

The kind that echoes.

The kind that asks questions and leaves the room

before you can answer.

I still find you in strange ways.

In things I can’t explain.

Like the way the wind changes when I say your name aloud.

Or how certain songs sound like letters you never got to send.

Or how the moon—just now—bent slightly toward the sea,

and I swear

I heard her whisper: She was real.

 You were real.

And I loved you...

in a way that was never meant to end in a goodbye. 

It was meant to be a ‘See you Soon’ or ‘See you later’…

 —Castor still Always at 615pm