Panda Bear of my heart—
you first arrived on silent paws,
invisible to the eyes of the world
but blazing bright in my soul,
a whisper in sunbeams,
a shadow cast by joy,
a shimmer between moments
where memory and eternity dance.
You came from the in-between,
where we once curled in the lap of God,
two sparks from the same flame,
twin heartbeats echoing in the chambers
of forever.
I was small then,
but the ache for you was not.
Homesick for something
I had no name for—
only the way your laugh lit the spaces
between my ribs,
how you painted my lonely world
with wonder and invisible wildflowers.
We played in the quiet corners of now,
until the day you said goodbye.
You had to be born,
you said with a calm smile
and eyes full of stardust.
“Don’t worry,” you whispered,
“we’ll find each other again,
because we are never truly apart.”
And we did—
oh, how we did.
Five and a half years of miracles,
soft mornings wrapped in your laugh,
long drives under open sky,
tears, truth, kisses,
growth carved gently from the stone of pain.
You saw me.
You held the jagged parts of me
like sea glass
and loved them smooth.
Now the silence returns—
but not empty.
It holds echoes.
We’ve both carried burdens
like stones in our pockets,
too sacred to speak aloud.
But still—
your love shines in me.
Polishes me.
Not with force,
but with the patient tenderness
of waves on driftwood,
of wind smoothing mountain stone.
Your light has shaped me
without ever trying to change me.
And I wait.
Not with desperation—
but with devotion.
Because bear love is forever love.
Because the pull between our hearts
is as ancient as starlight,
as steady as tide.
I feel you still—
like the hush before dawn,
like salt on my lips after the Pacific wind,
like breath shared between lifetimes.
And I will find you again,
as I always have.
Because I am yours,
and you are mine—
not in possession,
but in essence.
We are
love that remembers,
love that endures,
love that returns
again and again.
Bear love.
Forever love.
Our love.
Always.
-Bearz