Your breath so faint embraces the thin crisp air. The smoke lingers, forming with each word. Every movement you make builds a shape of illusion, that emerges within your soul. The sound of your voice mutes into the foggy skies, Leaving me with your absent face, which veers off Far away, to a place that I cannot meet. But those words you utter, hold strongly onto my body. I can feel it touching every part of me, Forcing me to crave it at all moments. That encapsulating whisper you make, that floats away with each breath you take. I hold dearly onto it. Your words, that stay behind A soft depth that wrenches beneath my skin, Leaving my body to feel incomplete. Yet you vanish softly into mist. I carry your breath as if it were mine.