The echo of your breath

Every breath you take mixes with mine, A silent rhythm that I cannot ignore. I don't try to grab it, I don't try to hold it, but I feel it, always, everywhere. It is a light presence, a constant echo, it doesn't weigh, it doesn't burn, yet it marks me. In the emptiness between words, in the stillness of thoughts, there is you, without needing to really be there. I don't know if it's love, need or simple habit, I only know that you exist in my every moment, Like a breath that I can't choose to stop.