A Sound That Was Always a Name
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Before I was, you were my world,
the place my earliest shadows curled.
A breath held tight inside the dark,
my candle gone before its spark.
I spoke your name with trembling lips,
the memory catching as it slips.
Another year I stand alone —
my mother’s name—carved in bone.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
—
Written by Matthew Tonks
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