Too Holy to Name

I keep saying
I’m ready to let go—
but my fingers hesitate
at the thought of changing passwords
that still hide your name.

Your shadow still sits
in the soft corners of my life
pulling me towards you
even when you don’t belong here.

I still see your face
when I blink too long.
Feel it, mimic it—
your smile,
your eyes,
your words,
your charm.

The way you nourished
without needing to try.

You are beauty,
not because my energy lit you up,
or because it’s an idea of loving you,
but because you simply are.

A grace of Venus,
a Queen.
A divine breath
in human skin.

There is wealth in your laughter,
light in your stillness,
blessing in your touch,
abundance on your face.

Like a goddess—
too holy to name.
Still untouchable.
Still divine.

And me?
I am ready to let go.
But some days,
my face still glows
seeing you around…
seeing you shine…
even knowing you’re not mine.

by Ray. K