in my eyes
i see you
like details inside motion
the way we make circles
around gardens
like children searching for butterflies
beneath afternoon light
believing everything beautiful
can still be caught gently
i rinse my hands
beneath running water
trying to wash away
the sins i leave for you
and every night
i tell myself
all the things
i wish i could have said
all the words that arrived
a little too late
i rake the leaves through daylight
until evening settles in
and i spin inside these circles
of myself
a song i wrote for you
on the night i first felt
how quietly someone
could change the weather inside me
we make meaning from colors
painting walls in kitchens
that smell of coffee
and ordinary mornings
i could dance with you there
inside the color of your eyes
the softness of your hair
between my fingers
the way i brush it gently
to stroke it back
without saying anything at all
we cherish these moments
for as long as they’ll stay
your heart resting
in the palm of where
i wish i could keep it
would you allow this?
i think time has a strange way
of leaving two people
standing in the same place
waiting for one of them
to finally say
everything they’ve been carrying
and you know
that person
is almost always me
i make time
between the seconds
between daylight and moonlight
stretching ordinary hours
just to remain beside the thought of you
and i ask only this
stand there for a while
let me look
let me remember
let me feel
the quiet certainty
of my hand against yours
the way skin learns another person
without needing language
if i could erase one thing
it wouldn’t be what you think
i wouldn’t erase mistakes
mistakes are only another color
we use to paint each other
i would erase the hours
we never spent together
because time is all we truly own
and i would spend mine here
between nights like these
where warmth meets cool sheets
where your skin doesn’t pull away
where silence feels safe enough
to stay between us
where i never make you question
the way you breathe
when i hold you tight
…how you never pulled away
i remember things
more than i probably should
they echo through me
on nights like this
when midnight rolls quietly across the room
and i wonder
should i finally say something
or leave it resting
inside the silence
where it has always known
my name
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