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If I had the power to save it all, Each rise of your voice, each quiet fall — The rhythm of how you call my name, The chaos, the comfort, always the same. I’d capture how you argue, how you care, The way you sit with half-done hair. How your fingers dance when words feel shy, How you stare blankly when thoughts fly high. I’d film your footprints beside my own, The hours when we felt most alone. For in those silences, loud and deep, You held my soul, you made it weep. And when you’re gone, and time moves through, I’d rewind to relive the archive of you.