After Kairos

The stars aligned and marked our fleeting Kairos,
A flash of golden fire against the dark—
We met as strangers bound by Philoxenia,
And in the quiet, struck a lethal spark.

You poured your soul into my open valleys,
A holy work of devastating Meraki,
While my mind chased a sterile, quiet balance,
A distant prayer to borrow Ataraxia.

But holy light gives way to patient shadow,
A structure we built that could not hold its truth,
Where once we carried something close to Eunoia,
We learned the darker appetite of youth.

Now I am hollowed by this fierce Kapsoura,
A fevered ache that wanders through my chest,
Weaving the slow, uneven thread of Charmolypi,
Where joy and weeping will not stay at rest.

I walk the shoreline of this quiet ruin,
The tide rehearsing everything we were,
A monument that does not ask for witness—
Only the weight of what we still prefer.

And in the hush that follows after losing,
Something unfinished tightens in my bones…
Not quite regret, and never only longing—
Just the soft echo of a life we almost owned.