You fell in the quiet, not a sound in the night,
Wrapped in white silence, soft as the light.
I held you for a heartbeat, like snow in my hand—
But warmth found its way, and you slipped like sand.
You shimmered like a secret the sky couldn’t hide,
One breath too close, you closed your eyes.
A thousand like you, but none the same—
Each one fleeting, each with a name.
You were gone before the morning light,
Vanished glow in the window’s sight.
A breath of cold, a trace of sky,
A quiet truth that whispered goodbye.
I watched you fade with nothing to say—
Just silence where you used to stay.
Drifting through winters, I carry your ghost,
In frozen reflections, I miss you the most.
You never spoke loud, never needed to—
Your silence echoed louder than a room.
I reach through the frost, but the moment is thin,
A memory soft, where your touch had been.
Like wind through the curtain, just passing through,
But I still turn, still think of you.
You were gone before the day could break,
Like breath on glass that time can’t fake.
A hush, a fall, a flash of blur,
Too soft to stay, too bright to stir.
And though you faded into grey—
I still feel you every day.
Maybe you were never mine,
Just passing through in borrowed time.
But still I feel the chill you gave—
A gentle cut, a heart you saved.
You were gone before the morning light,
A snowflake lost in the endless white.
A trace, a touch, a dream I wake…
Goodnight to what I couldn’t take.