April 11: Violet Shadows

There was a way
it found me -
quiet, immediate,

like something in the dark
leaning closer
without needing permission.

No effort.
No hesitation.

Just the subtle shift
of breath meeting breath,
of thought dissolving
into something warmer.

I didn’t brace.
I didn’t hold back.

I softened
into the space between words,
into the feeling of being known
before I could stop it,

the way my body answered
before I could think to resist it.

You felt it.

Not loudly.
Not claimed.

But there,
in the way everything slowed,
in the way presence turned
into something almost tangible.

That’s what stays with me -

not what was said,
but how it moved through me,

low, steady,
just beneath the surface
of everything else.

It lived in that half-light,
where things are felt more deeply
because they are never fully seen.

And maybe that’s why
it lingers the way it does…

like warmth that doesn’t fade,
like a touch that never quite landed,
but somehow still remains.

It could have stepped further -
into something lived,
something real,
something that didn’t have to hide
in the edges of itself.

But it stayed there.

And I let it.

Not gone.
Not chased.

Just…
held in that violet space
where memory and desire
quietly meet.



April writing prompts:
https://similarworlds.com/literature/creative-writing/5542996-April-Writing-Prompts-I-hope-these-inspire-you-Im-going-to