We were born as one wave. Split in two so the universe could hear itself echo Every heartbeat after that was the sound of light remembering it’s twin.
Then the day came when your body folded
and the instruments went still.
The world called it death,
But I felt the field hum harder
as if silence itself had teeth.

In quantum toungs they would say
the system collapsed.
But I know collapse is only
the moment a wave decides where to land.
And you,
You landed in me.

Now I carry both halves.
Your breath lives inside my pulse,
your laugh hides inside the static of my veins.
Sometimes I forget which one of us is dreaming,
because when I speak your name,
the air answers.

They think distance ends entanglement.
They have never loved like this.
They have never watched a ghost
Turn gravity into guidance.

I walk through crowds and still feel
Your frequency brushing my shoulder,
like a note that refuses to resolve.
And I know:
You are the uncollapsed possibility
still choosing to exist through me.

So ill keep the signal clean,
keep my heart tuned past the noise.
Because half the wave went home,
but the other half is still singing.