Breath of Life

Breath of Life

I remember the quiet of your absence,

how it settles in the room like heavy dust.

I hold my hands to the hollow space,

wishing for warmth that has left.

Your name slips through my fingers,

yet I trace it on my lips anyway.

I pray for what once breathed between us,

a spark stubborn in the dark.

Memory twists under my hands,

a pulse I thought forgotten wakes.

I force it alive,

blood moving against the silence.

The walls remember us better than I do.

Each shadow curves like your shoulder,

every silence hums the rhythm of us,

every quiet becomes a heartbeat.

I lay my hand on the empty heart,

whisper words I could not then.

I let them seep into the cracks,

let them wake what sleeps.

For a moment it stirs, fragile, trembling, alive.

It is a breath of life in a dead love.