To not think of you is to hold my breath,
And in that pause, I hear the world forgetting me.
My lungs ache for you like a shore longs for its tide.
Even silence feels too loud when you’re not in my mind.
My heartbeat stumbles, searching for your name in the air.
Each second without your image is a fading of color,
Each thought without your voice, a hollow chord.
But when I think of you, I breathe again.
The stars remember how to sing,
And my soul returns to rhythm.
You are the pulse behind my words,
The stillness between my sighs.
You are not a part of my life—
You are the breath that makes it possible.
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