09 | And Then I Knew

And Then I Knew

Some journeys are not meant to begin empty-handed.

A flower.

A few words.

A gesture so small

it almost disappears.

I thought I was bringing something.

A farewell.

A final blessing.

But in the space between letting go

and staying close,

I received one too.

Nothing I could hold.

Nothing I could name.

Yet I carried it home.

Perhaps,

what we offer in love

returns lighter than it left.