If I Could Write to You in Wind

Centauri,

 I wonder—

if the wind touched your cheek today,

did you think of me?

 Because I sent it.

Or rather, I filled the air with my longing and let it find you.

 

I think of you in ordinary moments. When I hear a crow. When the sun falls sideways on the floor.

When a stranger says your name by accident and I forget how to breathe.

 

I don’t want to haunt you.

I only want to exist gently in the corners of your life.

Like a smell that reminds you of home.

Like a feeling that makes you pause without knowing why.

 

You don’t need to answer me.

Just close your eyes sometimes.

If you feel something warm inside the silence—

that’s me.

 

Still yours,

still learning how to love without touching,

—Castor Always at 615pm