Between heartbeats, the silence of your playlist stirs.
Breath held in anticipation, Shallow and fleeting.
I miss the certainty of your presence, now and forever.
Across galaxies, I search for my music man, hands outstretched.
Reaching for you, our souls align and we dance among constellations.
If siempre marked the time on a clock, it would be now.
How can siempre exist in this silence?
This fragile grip on reality keeps our multiverse spinning, expanding, hopeful.
Until siempre finds you in the void, I dance across the galaxies, your heartbeat entwined with mine.