Poetry by Rowan Evans

Baby, I’m yours —
All you have to do
is whisper my name,
and I will follow the sound.
Through the hum of silence,
through trembling skies,
I’ll find my way to you.

The distance yawns wide —
a canyon carved by circumstance,
an ocean of unanswered hours.
But I will become the bridge,
stone by stone, word by word.
I will learn to fly —
even if the winds betray me.

I trace the echoes of your laughter,
like fingertips brushing sunlight,
warm and fleeting.
The memory of your voice
clings to the edges of night —
a lullaby for my restless heart.

Even in the hollow dark,
when shadows press too close,
I feel the ghost of your presence —
a breath against my skin,
a promise stitched in stars.

So call to me, my darling,
let longing break the quiet.
I will follow every heartbeat,
a compass set to you.

The sky could crack, the earth could shake —
but still, I’ll chase the light.
For loving you is gravity,
and I was always meant to fall.