I stand here, silent, in the space we once knew— place where our laughter painted skies so true. But now, the echoes feel distant, strange, I am not enough, though I wish I could be— the anchor in your storm, the calm of your sea. words slip away, caught in a fragile mist and living only the shadow of what we’ve missed. "what was it?" lingers in my chest, I want to tell you, to beg time to stay, but my voice falters; it fades away. Still, I hope, with each quiet breath, that we’ll outrun this silence, escape its depth. That somehow, the world will grant us grace, to mend the cracks and find our place. But for now, I’m here, hoping you’ll see, that even as we drift, you’re everything to me. p.s. i love you n