You are the stillness in a restless sea,
the quiet breath before the storm.
You are the shadow that lingers at dusk,
the light that breaks through heavy clouds.
You are the ache of an unspoken word,
the warmth of a hand held too briefly.
You are the echo of laughter in an empty room,
the weight of silence when it speaks.
You are the thread that binds the unraveling,
the pause between what was and what will be.
You are not here, yet everywhere,
a presence without form, a memory alive.
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