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I Was There Between Them

(The Voice of the Bond)

I was not forged in battlefield flame

but in the still between the arrow’s flight

                            and the breath it carried.

I slipped between cloaks and covenants—

not duty, not oath, but something older.

When Jonathan looked at David, I shimmered—

not in the way of kings but in the way of roots:

 entwined without asking permission to hold.

I was the tremble before the word unspoken.

The pause when armour felt too heavy to lie in.

They never named me. They didn’t need to.

I moved in the touch of hands, in robes traded,

in soul knit to soul like thread through a wound

                        that had never scarred.

I was not written but I remain.

And I am not sorry for how brightly I loved.

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