“Evergreen”

It lingers, like the ghost of a touch or a flame’s heat long after it is gone. A longing that clings like mist, weightless yet all-encompassing, for a moment too fragile to endure.

The air hums with something unspoken, something infinite. It is a memory not lived, a dream not dreamed.

To reach, to almost touch. To reach, to almost touch—and yet never.

This is love at its most fragile: the aching beauty of desire, suspended in the silence between heartbeats.