When you are the whisper in the winter air,
the echo of a laugh that used to fill this empty chair,
when you are the morning light that breaks through my despair,
each moment holds your shadow, a silhouette so rare.
When you are the silence in the pouring rain,
the words I hold back because they’re laced with pain,
when you are the melody in every sad refrain,
I dance alone to the music that we can’t regain.
When you are the space between my every breath,
the quiet peace, the storm, the zenith, the depth,
when you are the dreams from which I wake in fright,
you are the star I can’t reach, lost in the night.
When you are the courage that my fears consume,
the rose that in my heart will forever bloom,
when you are the warmth that winter can’t entomb,
in the coldest nights, it’s you who breaks the gloom.
In every fleeting smile, in tears that I defy,
in every small denial, in every long goodbye,
when you are the missing beat in my heart’s cadence,
I find you in the echoes of our resonance.
So when you are the distance, the close, the far,
you are the healing and the scar,
forever the pulse beneath my skin,
when you are gone, when you are within.