I want to feel your ribs
not to count
not to measure
but to know…
you are real.
Your heartbeat hums
like a secret
I almost can’t hold
without breaking.
I float in your chest
light enough to vanish
but heavy enough
to leave a mark.
Fingers trace shadows
that aren’t there
and I breathe the quiet
between your bones.
Hold me
or don’t
I’ll still remember
the warmth
that lives in absence.
And maybe
we are both learning
how to fill the empty spaces
without disappearing.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 9:28 AM UTC