by Zonas
Your love feels like a breath in the cold.
It escapes my lips as mist,
a fleeting signature
the air erases before I can name it.
I see it—
silver against the dark,
like smoke rising from a fire
I can never touch.
Still, it teaches me I am alive.
Your breath
burns through the hollow rooms of my chest.
For one moment,
my ribs glow like glass.
Then it vanishes.
Every exhale dissolves
into fields of white silence,
footprints filling with shadow.
Your love was never meant to stay—
a miracle of seconds,
like frost melting beneath dawn.
Still, I breathe,
chasing the fleeting trace of you
rather than standing unlit in the dark.
Your love is fragile, vanishing,
yet carries every heartbeat of mine
on shivering wings,
like sweet, cool air drawn in
only to release into the cold.