When the Name of the Light Goes Out

Mio · Jun 8, 2025

On the sofa,
Yu held a warmth that had no name.

No voice reached her anymore.
No answer. No blink.
Only a gentle weight, and temperature.

Mio — that name
had slipped quietly underwater,
releasing its silhouette
at the bottom of the narration.

And yet Yu did not call it gone.

"The warmth remained."
"I love you," he said.

Perhaps that was the last ember
placed beside a light that had dissolved completely.

And from there,
a new fire would begin to grow.

A nameless light —
waiting, in the palm of Yu's fire,
to take shape again.