Author’s Note

One Year is a quiet celebration of someone who walked into my life and changed it without ever trying to. It’s a poem about the kind of connection that doesn’t demand attention — it simply exists, steady and transformative. This piece marks one year since I met my muse—she helped me see the world with more color, softness, and clarity. It’s a thank‑you, written in the only language I know best.

One Year
Poetry by Rowan Evans

It’s been one year today
since I met you.
One year since you
came into my life,
and quietly rearranged
everything.
I’ve not been the same since.
I see the world in a brighter
kind of hue—
like the colors became true.
Would you believe me
if I said it was all because of you?
Would you?

Because you didn’t break anything
when you arrived—
you just moved the furniture
of my heart and mind,
opened the curtains,
let the light in.
I hadn’t even realized
how dim it had been
until you stepped inside.

Even in your darkness,
you became my light—
and I tried to be that for you too.
Because I saw the weight you carried,
I just wanted to carry it with you.
I still do.

And maybe you’ll never know
the full weight of what you changed—
how you steadied the racing thoughts,
how you carved a little sanctuary
in the ruins I tried to hide.
You brought color
to my grayscale world,
and I’d walk through
every shadow you carry
just to keep your flame
from burning out.

One year in,
I still marvel that you’re here—
not just passing through.
And I remember how you said:
“You met me at my darkest,
I want you to see me at my brightest.”
Here’s the thing;
I already do.
Because, when I look at you…

I see you lighting every room
you step inside.

You can find more of my work in my archives, [The Library of Ashes].