The Gift

Imagine standing inside an empty building,

one second behind the rest of the world.

Everyone already gone.

Every life on earth disappearing

just ahead of you in time,

leaving you to walk through

what remains.

That is what loneliness feels like,

a silence stretched across everything,

a kind of despair where even the air

stops remembering people.

A world still warm from their presence,

but emptied before you arrive.

Then you stepped into my line of time.

Not dramatic.

Just a quiet appearance

that broke through the dead space

I had been living in.

A warmth moved through me,

steady, real, undeniable,

as if the world finally decided

I didn’t have to walk it alone.

That is what you are to me.

The one who erased the emptiness,

who softened the cold,

who turned a dead world

into a place where two people

still exist together.

A world that feels alive again

because you are in it

in love and lust

only in us

do we trust,

together.