The Salt-Scented Memory of You
My skin still tastes of the city's humid August—salt,
Healing Journey
A Soft Place to Land Between Two Heartbeats
I used to believe that love was a storm—something you had
The Amber Hour Between Heartbeats
I am a creature of glass and twilight, drifting through the concrete
The Warmth Between Our Silence
I’ve spent three years building walls out of iron and sarcasm,
The Blue Hour of a Forgotten Heartbeat
I have always felt like a relic out of place in this
The Gravity of Your Breath Against My Skin
I had spent years navigating the steel canyons of Tokyo, my soul
The Geometry of a Heartbeat
I have stripped away the gold of these fields and the turquoise
The Amber Afterglow in Your Eyes
The sunlight is too loud for this hour, filtering through the linen
The Neon Pulse in My Veins
I used to think this city was just a machine designed to
The Fragrance of an Unspoken Promise
I used to think that being alive meant enduring—the rhythmic thrum
The Golden Thread Between Us
I have lived my life like a muted piano, keys pressed but
The Static Between Our Heartbeats
The city breathes in heavy, humid gasps. Outside my window, the neon
