Ethereal Yearning

Oh, how the air quivers with your absence, as if the universe itself hesitates, caught in the hollow between now and the moment your touch reclaims me. The moon hums in silent knowing, casting silver murmurs upon my skin, where your fingertips once wove constellations too fleeting for the night to remember. Breath falters in the wake of longing, a tempest coiled within my ribs, restless, insatiable, whispering your name into the marrow of my solitude. Come---unravel this ache, let the stars weep for something softer, let the world exhale as your lips write me back into existence.