Whispers of You

I wake up, and you appear.

Through sleep-dimmed eyes, your light cuts through—undeniable.

You stay with me through the day.

In quiet moments, I feel your laugh, your quick wit, the way you fold into me like you’ve always belonged.

There’s an ache when I think of your body wrapped in mine— our heartbeats melting into each other, a rhythm that leaves its echo long after. I miss your hands in mine— soft, sure, saying things no words ever could.

It’s a bittersweet ache.

I feel it in every inch of me.

It whispers your name.

It calls to you.

It tells me to move toward you,

to orbit you like you are my gravity.

How beautiful it is, this missing—

to long for something so unknown,

but already so necessary.

Until your hands find mine again,

until our hearts race in quiet conversation,

I’ll carry you with me.

I’ll miss you.

I’ll picture your laughter.

You are in everything now.