Us, At Dawn

Us, at Dawn

Morning comes the way your touch lingers on my skin, calm and gentle, afraid to wake the pain we keep between us.

Light moves through my doubts like your touch, careful, aware of how fragile I am.

As night loosens its long hold, your nearness teaches my lungs to breathe again.

The sun asks nothing of my past life; it lingers with me, as your love never moves away.

Love wakes before the light, already listening, relearning the quiet shape of your heart.

Hope stands near, with gentle fear, trusting that courage begins in our closeness.

Each morning whispers to my heart, you are mine – stay, we begin again.