You look at me,
and suddenly
I forget how breathing works.
Like something in me pauses
just to make space for you.
Now even the wind feels different,
like it’s carrying small, fragile wishes
I never meant to make.
Dandelions don’t last long, I know…
still, I let them take your name
every time they leave my hands.
I don’t say it out loud
but if there’s a once kind of feeling,
this must be it.