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in the light of Helios
"In the Light of Helios"
You were the warmth
on my back in the schoolyard,
the laughter in sunbeams
through dusty blinds.
Not a god, but a certainty—
that light falls for us, not on us.
She—dreaming girl on the bus—
watched clouds like moons
caught between buildings.
I was Endymion then, eyes half-closed,
stilled by love I’d never meet.
Helios, Selene—call them memory,
call them the ache of knowing joy
once without deserving it.
Call them the names we never shared.
