Thirty-five hours

"Let me see you as the morning comes, let me love you in your glory, your human wonder."

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“I exist in two places. Here, and where you are.”

-Margaret Atwood

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Friday morning.
How gently those words bloom for me,
like something promised long before I knew to hope.

A body beside mine,
a laugh I can step into,
a silence that will finally have weight.

Six days.
An entire small lifetime
I get to live alongside you.

To learn the language of your gestures,
to memorize the way you exist
when no distance is watching,
to love you not just in theory
but in breath, in proximity, in light.

And I
I get to be seen.

I think of it.
How we will stand there,
close enough for reality to settle in,
for all the imagined versions of us
to fall away like quiet dust.

The remains
will either be magic
or gentle truth.

And I am not afraid.

Because whatever you are
in all your unguarded, uncurated being,
I want it.

All of it.

How you move in your day,
the ordinary ways,
I want to love you there,
too.

Let me see you as the morning comes,
let me love you in your glory, your human wonder.

For six days we belong
to the same reality.
Although you are always
a precious part of mine.

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Hi, sorry, life has been kicking my ass. But I am still loving, yearning and writing about it. 2 days <3