Your pretty smile
is a hush beneath thunder,
a gentle harbor
in the stresses of man’s days.
The world shouts, breaks, and tumbles –
but you,
you are the smile
that mends it.
You walk by,
and the noise holds its breath.
Not out of fear –
but reverence.
Like dusk,
when light lingers a little longer
just to stay near you.
No grand speeches.
Just grace.
And a kind of quiet
that makes men remember
what peace feels like.
You smile, and the world forgets its weight.
In the vast night,
Constellations try to mirror
The depths of your eyes
But fall short,
An echo in the void,
Unable to capture your grace
I have loved
with the gravity of planets
clung to bodies
as if they were
lifeboats sailing toward
the infinite hush
Loss settled in my bones,
a weight I carried with each breath,
each step a reminder
of the spaces you no longer filled,
each day a struggle
to find meaning in the void.
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.