My Sweetheart
My Sweetheart, There is one last breath left in me. My vision blurs — I am not watching you anymore, only remembering. My heart collapses quietly. In this final moment I return to our blue night — you, the tiny room, wind filling the curtains like a silent witness. Under the blanket our bare skins touched, not as bodies but as something softer — souls leaning into each other. I remember the warmth between us, the faint heat rising when your hands rested on my waist. I remember the night you placed your head against me and the moon watched us like it knew a secret. Now, beneath this white night, my lips gather your memory as if breaking apart might let me feel you again. My sweetheart, I still carry your scent in the dark. I still see you in my hands. I once told you, “You are my life.” But you gave me only the word “my,” not the life. Now I am a quiet ember, a soul burning low. These small tears whisper what I cannot say — that you are s...