The One Who Stayed Sharp

In the cereal aisle,

your eyes cut sharper than knives,

a chipped mug in your cart,

worn letters like old scars.

A comment slipped, casual,

a twist in my path,

a question I still chase

through years of noise.

You stayed sharp,

a whisper turned a crack,

changed the shape of my stubborn dreams,

and left me wondering how

one moment reshapes a life.