Ustadha, “The Door Between Us”

We were galaxies in collision— two stars who knew fire, but not the cost of burning. We said goodbye like architects of our own silence, each believing the other would knock once the dust settled. But time… Time is a clever thief. It steals the courage you once had to say, “I miss you.” Now we move through separate suns, our shadows still touching in places we’ll never admit. I write you in dreams. I fold unsent letters in my chest where your name still echoes like a psalm too sacred to speak aloud. You see, we loved like prophets— but pride is louder than prophecy. And so we linger on the edge of old doorways, palms hovering inches from the handle, but hearts… hearts too haunted to turn it. Not because we don’t care— but because we care too much to bleed again. So we wait. Two ghosts in daylight passing through memories, each hoping the other might be the brave one. HEicH