Your memory reverberates in the same way that I fell in love with you— in passing, fleetingly
I didn’t really believe it,
but who could? If we’re being honest
I’d never felt that kind of breeze before,
something easy, and simple
Your breath on my face,
it’s the closest I’d ever get to fresh air
and your hand in mine,
it’s the closest I’d ever get to never
wanting to let go of
anything at all
I hope you remember me in these same ways,
and some days, when you wake up next to him,
I hope my memory plays
on repeat,
in passing,
fleetingly
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
Your memory reverberates in the same way that I fell in love with you— in passing, fleetingly
I didn’t really believe it,
but who could? If we’re being honest
I’d never felt that kind of breeze before,
something easy, and simple
Your breath on my face,
it’s the closest I’d ever get to fresh air
and your hand in mine,
it’s the closest I’d ever get to never
wanting to let go of
anything at all
I hope you remember me in these same ways,
and some days, when you wake up next to him,
I hope my memory plays
on repeat,
in passing,
fleetingly