There’s a quiet place between each breath,
Where time feels close… yet untouched by death,
Where thoughts don’t rush, and hearts don’t race,
But linger soft in a hidden space.
Not every love is meant to stay,
Some pass like dusk at end of day,
Yet leave behind a tender hue—
A softer world… a different you.
And maybe life is not the chase,
Nor every loss we must erase,
But learning, slowly, to be at rest—
With all we’ve lost… and all that’s left. 🖤✨