You’re at peace like dusk settling softly on quiet water, like a sky that has forgotten how to storm. And I’m in pieces shards of unsaid words scattered across midnight floors, barefoot on memories that still know your name. You exhale calm. I inhale echoes. You sleep with dreams that don’t tremble. I stay awake, counting the cracks in my chest like constellations that won’t align. You found a harbor far from the wreck we were. I am still the tide, dragging fragments of us back to shore. You are