I WON’T DROP THE THREAD.
When the night leans heavy
and your voice thins to a whisper,
I feel the world test its weight on us—
as if love were a bridge
meant to crack.
But I stay.
I’ve seen storms
make loud promises,
seen fear dress itself as reason
and knock on every door.
Still—
my hands remember yours
even when you pull away.
I won’t let you go
when doubt sharpens its teeth.
I won’t let you go
when the past comes calling,
claiming it knows you better than I do.
Let the sky threaten collapse.
Let the hours drag their chains.
I am not leaving—
not when your heart is tired,
not when mine is bruised.
If we fall,
we fall standing close,
fingers locked like a vow
we didn’t say out loud
but meant with everything.
This is me,
holding the line,
choosing you
again—
and again—
and again.
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