My body gives in before my mind does,
like someone pressing a hand to my chest,
not crushing—just reminding me
it’s time to let go.

I’m not scared of what’s next,
just the part where I have to leave.
No warning, no fight,
just slipping under like a bad connection.

Sleep feels like missing a step,
almost remembering a dream,
someone calling my name from another room.

I think of them—the ones who left,
who closed their eyes
and didn’t open them again.
Did they feel this too?
That moment where your body
moves on without you?

I hold onto wakefulness like a ledge,
As if I just grip harder,
the night won’t take me.
Like I can outrun the morning,
or the morning won’t come at all.Tonight, I’ll lie here,
floating between dreams and staying,
breathing like it’s a promise
I haven’t broken yet.