You were walking toward me, everything still felt alright,

then in one single second, it all vanished from sight.

You fell into my arms, no warning, not even a sound,

I held onto your body, but your soul wasn’t around.

Your eyes were reaching outward, but they were losing the fight,

flickering in the dark as they emptied of light.

I called out your name, but the silence cut through,

and the calm in the room turned to terror too soon.

My hands were shaking while I dialed for help,

while the whole world stood still like nobody else could tell.

“Please just get here now,” I whispered to the air,

falling down to my knees like there was still a prayer.

Stroke — and the ground gives way beneath my feet,

you’re here inside my arms, but nothing is like before.

Stroke — and the seconds turn to hours on the clock,

I’m frozen in the white light, trembling from the shock.

Now I’m lost in these hallways, just waiting for a sign,

praying somewhere in the silence you’ll be alright.

The air was getting colder, shadows climbed across the wall,

I stayed right there beside you, swearing you would never fall.

Voices moved around me, but I couldn’t hear a thing,

every quiet second let the worst of my thoughts in.

Too young for this kind of battle, too young for so much pain,

I would’ve given everything just to hear you speak again.

I searched inside your silence for the smallest trace of you,

for anything that told me you were still breaking through.

Stroke — and the ground gives way beneath my feet,

I’m still waiting for a sign,

just tell me you’ll be alright.

I sat there in the silence, staring holes into the wall,

hoping for a whisper, waiting for a call.

Then the phone began ringing, and I heard your voice again,

and the sound of you broke open all the dark in me back then.

I ran to the car and drove out through the night,

every mile pulled me closer to something like light.

You were talking back to me, and everything in me could breathe,

and for the first time in hours, hope felt real enough to keep.

I lived so long between the fear and the hope,

every night trying hard not to let go.

But even in the pain, there was still a part of you

I could hold onto when the whole world was falling through.

Stroke — and the ground gave way beneath my feet,

you were there inside my arms when life changed in a breath.

Stroke — and the seconds turned to hours on the clock,

but somehow through the silence, love survived the shock.

Now I’m walking through the white light, no longer asking why,

just grateful for the sound of you, alive.

The chaos in my head is finally growing still.

I’m here.

I’m here.

I heard your voice.

We’re coming home.