I used to think the world would collapse
If you werenāt standing in it.
That Iād wake to an air too heavy to breathe,
Rooms too large to cross,
mornings that wouldnāt know my name.
But lately when you turn away,
The light falls a little differently-
not cruel, just honest.
And I catch myself imagining
How it might feel to live inside that space
without your shadow tracing mine.
Maybe the silen...
