Breath of a Forgotten Night

I don’t particularly remember it, Yet when midnight whispers through the air, —My heart aches. A sudden hurt, a lonely ache, As if the past is breathing near, A moment lost, yet somehow known, When the air smelled just like this, And I was breaking too. It feels like my heart is holding on, Though my mind can’t trace the past. Some feelings don’t need memories— They linger in the body, in the senses, In the way the air, at a certain hour, Can suddenly make me ache. Perhaps it was a moment of solitude, Or a time I needed someone near, Yet I stood alone, beneath the night, Carrying the silence on my own. — Beloved —It Feels Haunting —Yet Poetic ~