I swear I die a little
Every time you cross my mind
Not the cold kind
Not the ending
But the kind that melts something
I thought would never soften
You undo me slowly
Like breath leaving a window
Like a candle giving itself away
Just to keep the room warm
I fall apart in the gentlest ways
When I think of you
A quiet collapse
A sweet surrender
A small death that feels
Almost like living more deeply
Than I ever meant to
If this is love sickness
Then let me keep dying for it
Warmly
Willingly
A little more each time
Your name touches the air
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A love poem that speaks of missing another. Well composed
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