Look up.
Not for answers —
to belong.
We saw it all:
the first cry,
the kiss,
the turning,
the trembling,
the boy tracing moonlight in his sleep,
the girl dancing barefoot on the shore.
We remember.
We don't fade.
We echo.
We do not speak–
but we have listened.
The songs we carry
even planets forget.
We know every name.
Even the ones
you lost.
You were never alone.
Especially in the dark.
Remember–
you are dust
and to dust
you shall
return.

Welcome home.