three a.m thoughts

I crave you.

Not in a way that asks for touch or romance,

but in the quiet way the heart leans toward what feels like home.

 

I want to sit in your presence,

to hear your voice,

to watch your laughter unfold,

to feel the calm of simply being near you.


It’s the ache of wanting nothing

except the comfort of your presence,

the simple, painful beauty

of holding space for your existence.


Just as it is.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Risk

In Your Life...

Show You Care