The Little Things
From the first moment,
there was a quiet ease,
like slipping into the warmth of sunlight
after a long stretch of shadows.
With you, I found I could shed
all the masks I wear,
stand bare, unguarded,
and feel seen – completely.
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.
It is the little things:
the way your eyes find beauty
where others pass by,
how you tend to small moments,
coffee shared, a quiet sunset,
each moment a thread
drawing me closer,
filling spaces I did not know
were waiting for you.
And when you are not near,
I feel your absence like a pull,
a hollow note resonating,
a reminder of how much I miss you,
and how deeply I did not expect it to ache.
You have shown me something
I had not dared to feel,
or perhaps it is that I had not
allowed myself to feel at all
but now I am here,
and it is you, always you,
who I want in every heartbeat,
who I can’t imagine living without.
