Touched without a touch

You have touched me, without even touching me— No hands, no skin, no breath set free. Yet here I am, completely undone, Held by a love that weighs like the sun. You moved through me like a ghost through a room, Soft and unseen, yet heavy with bloom. Every word, a fingertip across my soul, Every silence, a space you somehow stole. I don’t remember when it began— When your presence became more than just a man. But now, even in distance, you stay, Like a shadow that never drifts away. I’ve felt you in moments no one else knew, In heartbeats, in tears, in skies turning blue. You’ve touched me in ways the world can’t see— Without a hand… you’ve rewritten me