A Steady Flame“Yet through the storm, a hope remains, A soft embrace that soothes my pain. Your love, a beacon shining true, A refuge strong to pull me through. In your presence, fear departs, A melody that mends my heart.”—— Darshan Regmimore poemsif you leavethere was a time you'd get mad over nothing a missed call, a joke that landed wrong, silence that stretched too longi knowi know there is no us i've known it long enoughwasting…am i really wasting my time, time on that one person