There’s something in the air tonight,
Soft and slow, it feels like light.
The space between your breath and mine,
Still hums like it remembers time.
I move my hand, but stop halfway,
The air still knows the things we’d say.
It carries ghosts we never named,
They linger, kind, but never changed.
The air between us,
It never really moves.
It keeps our distance close enough,
To feel, but not to prove.
The air between us,
It whispers when it rains.
A thousand words we never said,
Still floating through the same.
I open windows, let it in,
It tastes like what we could have been.
The sunlight bends, your shadow stays,
In particles that know your name.
The air between us,
It’s quiet but alive.
Every breath I take, I find,
A trace of you inside.
The air between us,
It holds what time can’t steal.
You’re gone, but every breeze I feel,
Still knows what’s real.
