Still Mine

(For my beloved son, David—
no distance, no darkness, and no mistake
has ever changed the love that carries you.)

There is a space beside me
that does not belong to silence—
it belongs to you.

The world keeps moving
as if nothing has been misplaced.

But something has.

A piece of my breathing
walks this earth
outside my reach.

My hands remember you
even when they hold nothing.

That is the cruelty of love—
it does not forget
what it was made to protect.

I speak your name into the dark
because somewhere
darkness is pretending
it can keep you.

It cannot have you.

Not your beginning.
Not the part of you
that first learned my voice
before you learned the world.

I know what lives underneath the ruin.
I know what God placed there.

And I stand in the terrible place
between faith and fear,
refusing to bury either.

If I cannot reach you,
I will reach for the One who can.

If I cannot stand beside you,
I will stand before Him
until mercy does.

You are not abandoned.

You are still spoken for.

You are still carried
in ways neither of us can see.

And I will still be here
when the night releases you—

because you are still mine.

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