When Your Name Lingers

I remember the curve of your smile,

how it lingers in the corners of my mind

long after the world has quieted down.

Your voice is a map I can follow blindfolded,

every syllable a step

closer to the warmth I’ve been chasing.

Even in silence, we speak—

your heartbeat next to mine

a rhythm that makes the dark tender,

and the light almost too bright to bear.

I love the way you carry the universe

in the small gestures:

a brush of fingers, a glance,

the way your laughter bends around me

like sunlight around glass.

Time can stretch, cities can roar,

but in the pause between your breaths,

I find forever.