Breath Shaped by Your Name

This ghazal captures a love so quietly powerful that even silence, time, and breath bend in its memory. Through wind, brokenness, and poetry itself, the speaker explores how love can remain even in absence—woven into the very shape of what’s left behind.

I breathed the wind that carried your name,

Even the breeze felt shaped by your flame.

My heart broke—but made no sound,

For silence wore your grace, profound.

You left—and night moved slower still,

Time lost its shape without your will.

I became a poem to stay near your trace,

All that remains of me still wears your face.