Mazzy reminds me-

to soften time,
to let your hands
persuade my restless bones
into stillness.

Fade into me.
Do not become another ghost
I must learn to carry.
Stay long enough
to know each quiet room
within me.

Let her siren hymn
draw you nearer,
until my name
feels less discovered
than remembered.

These wayfaring eyes,
this pilgrim heart—
so long acquainted
with the art of leaving—
ask for only this:

Fade into me,

until even the tide
cannot remember
where you end
and I begin.