You…Yes You (Ты… Да, именно ты)

If I fall through,
Then pull me to the place where love was warm and felt so new.
You, yes, you,
I'm holding to the last soft light that still remains of you.
Your eyes slide past the way I plead,
As if they found another need.
You're close, yet somehow out of reach,
A tide retreating from the beach.
I breathe your name, but not too loud,
For fear my voice might break the shroud.