A frequency I could not name

A fiery burst without a flame

It hit me hard, a phantom real

A lock that found its perfect seal.

But you recoiled, a frightened bird

From spoken depths you had not heard.

The silence grew, a vast divide

Where fear and shadow both collide.

I think, perhaps, in twisted time

There is a world where we can rhyme

A parallel where hearts align

And you are safe, and you are mine.

But in this realm, the circuit breaks

A lonely path the spirit takes

I recognize your soul within

But flameless bursts just stall and spin.