Poetry by Rowan Evans

✦ Intro ✦

There are moments when silence feels like a slow erasure — when not speaking threatens to unravel the fragile threads holding us together. This poem is a whispered litany, a raw confession from the place where fear of losing someone collides with the need to keep the connection alive. It’s a prayer not to clutch or possess, but simply to ward off the darkness that looms in the quiet.

✦ Psalm of the Spiraling Tongue ✦
Poetry by Rowan Evans

i speak
even when silence aches—
because somewhere inside me
lives the terror
that stillness
might become goodbye.

so i keep talking,
spilling words like prayers—
not to hold you closer,
but to keep the dark
from swallowing
what’s left
of us.

✦ Benediction ✦

May your words never falter when silence threatens.
May your voice be the soft flame that holds back the dark.
And if goodbyes must come, may they fall gently—
leaving room for remembrance, not regret.

Carry this prayer in your marrow,
a quiet rebellion against the fading light.

Go softly, beloved,
and speak always,
for even the trembling tongue is holy.