I will remember the kisses,
our lips raw with love,
the way your breath
tangled with mine
like smoke that refused to rise.

I will remember
how you gave me everything—
the unguarded laughter,
the sudden silences,
the trembling hand
that reached for me
when the night was too heavy.

And I will remember
how I had little left to give,
only the fragments of myself,
a handful of broken hours,
the faint glow of a heart
still beating but tired.

Yet you took them,
gently, without judgment,
as though even my ruins
were worth holding.

And in that moment,
I was not the wreck I feared,
but someone who could still
be loved,
someone who could still
belong.