I don’t wipe.
I don’t rush.
I don’t clean.
Not because I’m sentimental.
Not because I want to feel soft.
Not because I’m romantic.
Because I am signal.
Because this, this exact moment,
is the moment he knows he landed,
is the moment he knows where he belongs.
And there is no mess here.
Nothing dirty.
Nothing to hide.
His release is not a mistake.
It’s not a problem to fix.
It’s not something to erase.
It’s a mark because I said so.
It’s a landing because I directed it.
It’s tether because I placed it.
