You are the name in every breath I take,
The silent tune my aching heart has to make,
A prayer that etches light on the soul\'s own sky,
A sweet scent that lingers in the tainted air,
Oh, how I long for the tender touch of your hand,
The sweetness of your lips, a promise that fate stole,
I sift the sun’s warmed air for echoes of your soul,
A fleeting warmth, a shadow of the past, a soft reprieve,
The living reminiscence for which my heart still believes,
For even the long absence still holds a faintest trace,
A shimmering silhouette of your remembered grace,
Every day I chase your shadow on the silent, sunless wall,
And wait, though no expected footstep will come to me,
The empty space of a cast where you were meant to be-
Only now shapes the hollow solace left to me,
To hold a love nearly lost, love I can’t grieve,
Yet in this breath, I name you, to just be free,
You are my angel, the prayer in the air,
Now, it’s only me, breathing where we used to be.