I carry you quietly in my thoughts,
Some are born from your name,
Some return to you when they end.
You exist in the spaces between my breaths,
Unannounced, yet always familiar.
And now I ask nothing for myself,
No promises, no returns.
Only that life is gentle with you,
That happiness finds you without effort,
And that peace stays where your heart rests.
So if my thoughts ever reach you,
Let them arrive without weight or sorrow.
Let them come as a quiet prayer,
Wishing you light in every step,
And a life that feels kind to your soul.
