In the quiet of the night I hear your voice like a whisper carried by the wind, soft and steady, sweet and low, and it pulls me closer even when you’re miles away, like gravity that I can’t resist.

I’m tangled in the memory of your smile, the way your laughter lingers in the air, the way your touch feels like it was carved into my skin, and I keep chasing that warmth through every shadowed street and empty room, singing to the silence as if you’re still listening, as if love has not gone missing.

Sweet and low, you’re the song that calms my restless soul, the fire that flickers but never dies, and I would carry your name through the darkest nights, I would hold you above the storms, because you’re the reason I learned that love doesn’t need to scream to be heard, it just needs to breathe, steady, gentle, sweet and low, forever echoing in my chest.