Fall through the silence, silver-blue descent,

your name a soft chord the wind never spent.

I open like parachutes over midnight seas,

each breath a ribbon of mercury.

Glowworms write our pulse across the black,

time folds into feathers, we never look back.

Hold this slow flare—hear the skyline break;

in the hush between heartbeats, we stay awake.

Miles away, your voice still drifts like smoke across the lake,

Every echo is a streetlight left on for my sake.

I walk the white lines, counting heartbeats into space,

Your name a quiet pulse in every tire-marked embrace.

Headlights bloom like frost, then die against the glass,

I keep the night on just to watch the shadows pass.

Though distance hums a highway through my ribs and veins,

Your silence is the compass that keeps pulling me home again.