You think I just miss you when you’re gone.
But love—
I miss you even when you’re near,
because no moment ever feels long enough
to hold all that I feel.
You think I just look at you.
But I see you—
in colors the world can’t name,
in quiet ways I’ll never find words for.
You think you know how much I love you.
But trust me—
even in your wildest daydreams,
you’ve barely touched the edge of it.
Writer's note
I know you think I’m quiet about how I feel.
But the truth is, I’ve never stopped writing about you.
In all the silences I fill, in all the moments that feel too short, in every word I choose and every one I can’t.
You’re the pause in my sentences.
The reason my heart feels too full when you’re here and too empty when you’re gone.
You’re the story I keep telling in secret, hoping one day you’ll read between the lines and understand: this isn’t just poetry.
It’s you.
Every time. Always you.