The Weight of My Heart

Some mornings I wake before you and just watch the light trace the shape of your shoulder, too overwhelmed to move. I think about how strange it is that before you, I never knew how much room a person could take up inside a heart. You entered without announcement and rearranged everything I thought I needed.

I don't need a holiday or a reason to tell you this — I just want you to know you are the quiet center everything else orbits around. Even on ordinary days, even in silence, loving you feels like the most honest thing I've ever done. Stay close to me, and I'll keep saying it in every language I have.