I wish I could love you back to life.

I wish I could love you back to life.

I wish my love could seep through the cracks of time and mend what was broken. I wish my whispered words could weave through the air, find you in the void, and bring you back to me. If love was enough, you’d be here, breathing, laughing, living. But love, it turns out, cannot bargain with fate.

I hold on to the weight of you - the echo of your voice, the ghost of your touch, the lingering warmth that now feels like frostbite. I walk through rooms where you should be, where your absence feels like a shadow draped over everything. I find you in the spaces between heartbeats, in the breath I hold when I remember, in the exhale when reality sinks its claws into me.

I wish I could love you back to life.

I’d pour every ounce of my being into the cracks of your absence, flood the darkness with light until you opened your eyes. I’d take all the love I have and press it into your palms, whispering promises of forever as if my devotion could defy the laws of nature. I’d weave together strands of memory, thread by thread, until I stitched you back into this world.

But here I am, with all this love and nowhere for it to go. Here I am, overflowing, yet empty. I’m a river with no ocean, a story with no ending. My love beats against the wall of what’s real and what’s lost, bruising itself over and over again.

I wish I could love you back to life.

But love, it seems, is not a cure. It is a bridge I must walk alone, a flame I hold to guide me through this dark, endless night. I will carry you with me, in the quiet, in the chaos, in the everything and the nothing. You are etched into the marrow of my bones, and I will not forget.

I will love you, even if it cannot bring you back. I will love you, because it is all I have left. And maybe, just maybe, love is not about defying death but about keeping life in the aftermath. About finding you, not in the flesh, but in the echoes, in the dreams, in the unshakable truth that love does not end - it transforms.

And though I cannot love you back to life, I will live for you. I will love for you. I will breathe for you.