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 poemsalmost, stillwe never had a name for it just late replies that felt like arriving,and there it goes againand there it goes again every stormwhat the old house knewthere was someone who got me like no one else has. not a stranger, not a name i can write here,