Moments
You carry a sweetness,
not heavy, but bright,
a smile that seems to dance
with every word you speak,
bursting with energy,
zest for life spilling over
like sunlight on a morning field.
May your dreams carry the beauty
you see so effortlessly in this world.
And may your heart,
when in the morning you rise,
feel the kindness you have given mine.
What I mean is –
my love expands
with each passing breath,
it grows in the quiet spaces
between your laughter and your sighs,
in the way your hands
move without thinking,
in the silence of shared moments
where words don’t need to exist.
Be grateful.
For the breath that fills your lungs,
for the silence that cradles your thoughts,
for the gift of this moment –
unpaid, unpromised,
but yours entirely.
I have loved you in ways I cannot name,
in lifetimes I cannot remember,
yet I know you, always,
as if the universe herself
has written us into the stars,
over and over again.
Our talks linger in my mind,
woven with laughter and whispers,
the light things, the heavy things,
all falling into place
like they had always belonged there.
You have this way of understanding
without needing to speak,
a way of holding me
without a single touch.
Waking to the sound of rain on my window, the steady rhythm of drops against the glass, I stir, bone-tired but smiling, grateful for this gentle greeting from the world. The kind of morning where weariness feels like a badge earned, not a burden.
It boggles my mind,
how effortlessly he enters your space,
how your laughter fades,
just enough for me to notice.
You think I do not sense it,
the way your words twist
and reshape themselves around him,
like you are building a different world
when he is near,
one I cannot quite reach.