I don't want to change a thing. Not the air, not the quiet, not the way this moment rests against my skin. Something touched me here. I don't know if it was you, or a memory of you, or only the warmth I once knew. The air moves softly. I feel it on my shoulders, through my hair, between my fingers. Somewhere flowers are opening. I can almost feel their breath. Flowers lean into the dark, carrying a sweetness I almost remember from before. Stay... just a little longer. There is nothing to become, nowhere I have to go. The night is warm. The wind passes through me like it remembers where I have been touched before. And suddenly I remember nothing clearly, only warmth. A hand. A room. A voice I cannot hear anymore. The feeling of being close without needing to speak. Stay... just a little longer. Let the moment keep me before it disappears. I don't want to hold it. I don't want to name it. I only want to feel how gently it is leaving.