Once, in a place
where breath carried
whispers forward,
I felt the soft touch
of lips—yours and mine.

Your hand in mine,
the tether to a world
where all was one,
yet where nothing
seemed to align.

Through the dance
of words, I journeyed,
carried by the wind
brushing past your ears.

Years moved
like shadows,
heavier than tears,
and in the haze
of what seemed real,
I found something.

Water cradled me,
holding me above
fear's deep tide.

The currents flowed
the same—yet everything
vanished, like the sun
bowing to the moon
in the darkness of night.