01
Days passed without measure.
I stopped counting them.
The noise in my head
did not leave at once.
It fought.
It circled back.
It tried to make itself important.
But the woods are patient.
They do not argue.
They outlast.
02
I wasn't expecting you,
to find me when I was lost in thought,
wrapped in my own solitude,
content with the silence that had grown
familiar,
only to have it broken by the sound of your laughter,
a sound that now echoes through my heart.
03
Perhaps one evening, when
the blue hour has
fallen like a soft
cloak over our shoulders,
we will find ourselves
in that quiet center,
the sacred hinge between
day and night where
breath takes the shape
of prayer.
04
If you come my way,
you do not choose me,
you choose you,
the you that has been calling
from deep inside the dust,
the you that has waited
like a slow dawn
unfurling behind the fog.
05
A man fights many things in his life,
but the river inside him is not one to break
with fists.
You watch it.
You learn the shape of its current.
You drink your coffee and breathe.
06
I cannot decide
whether I am following you
or being followed by the thought of you,
but the distance between us
shrinks and stretches
like a corridor that refuses
to stay one shape.
07
I am only a man
learning to love you
the way the world loves the seasons:
completely,
hopelessly,
forever.
08
You are the serenity
that travelers mistake
for chance,
the whisper a forest keeps
in the folds of its leaves.
There is a constellation
tucked into your gaze,
a patient flame,
not burning, but glowing,
like a truth that refuses
to shout.
09
Today I thank the simple things:
the spoon that rests,
the milk that bends into silk,
the sun leaning gently
through the window.
10
And so
I let it be.
No forcing the current,
no rushing the sun.
Just one day,
then another,
on and on,
until whatever this is
becomes
what it’s meant to be.