The windshield fogs with every word we don't say
Your bare feet pressed against the dashboard — safe
The radio hums a station we don't know
But your thumb keeps tracing circles on my knee — slow
We're just two breaths in the same cold air
Your hip against mine — I don't need anything there
No map, no promise, no desperate plea
Just the soft sound of you breathing next to me
You pull the hoodie sleeve over your fingertips
And trace the corner of my lips
The night air hits our lungs like something new
Your hand in my pocket — we walk without a clue
We're just two breaths in the same cold air
Your hip against mine — I don't need anything there
No map, no promise, no desperate plea
Just the soft sound of you breathing next to me
You breathing next to me
© Copyright: Валентин Владимиров, 2026
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