The One Who Comes Without a Name, poetry by Anu Shrestha at Spillwords.com

The One Who Comes Without a Name

The One Who Comes Without a Name

written by: Anu Shrestha

 

It’s been two days
you’ve hovered around me—
wrapped me in your chilling embrace,
and the world slipped away.
Only you and I remained,
in a silence
where nothing else mattered.

You, with your cold breath,
kiss my skin,
seep into my roots.
And somehow—
you bring life.

Your pain, your sorrow, your tears—
they fall upon me
like a quiet storm.
And in that storm,
I am washed clean.
My wounds,
my dust,
my aching thoughts—
they dissolve into your mist.

Every time you come,
you take my sadness with you.
You never ask for anything,
and yet you give me everything.

Then the birds return
with songs I’d forgotten,
butterflies dance through the hush,
and the breeze hums
as if the earth has exhaled.

This is how you love me—
not in words,
but in clouds,
and rain.

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