I have spent years

trying to hold you in words,

but you slip through my mouth

like water through cupped hands.

I have kissed you in moonlit rooms,

left fingerprints in places

only the night remembers,

but the quiet between us still aches

like an unanswered prayer.

You could give me everything—

your breath, your skin,

the slow unraveling of your name—

and still,

it would never be enough.

Some loves burn too brightly to end,