You are in the air,
woven into the quiet fabric of autumn.
Every breath I take carries you
the crisp bite of fall leaves,
the hush of branches trembling in wind.

You move through me like a secret,
unseen by others,
but I feel you
in the rise of my chest,
in the echo that lingers where silence rests.

When no one’s around,
you become everything:
the weightless drift of leaves in their final descent,
the wind that bends the trees,
the unseen current.

I breathe you into my lungs,
You settle deeper,
into my heart,
into my mind,
into the place where memory meets dream,
where presence feels eternal
though the world cannot see.