you came in soft, like evening rain,
with ocean eyes and quiet pain.
i let you move beneath my skin,
the way the tide moves slowly in.
i should have known. i should have seen.
the space between what is, and dream.
but when you spoke my name,
nothing in me stayed the same.
i keep falling – undertow –
into a deep i’ve come to know.
you hide your storms behind your smile.
i read the rain there
all the while.
you say my heart should turn away.
but love like this
does not obey.
i tried to leave. i tried to learn.
and every road made one return,
back to the shadow of your door,
wanting less
and feeling more.
i love you past where light gets through.
no shore. no sky. no end to you.
i gave you more than words can hold,
the nights i burned.
the mornings cold.
and still, and slow,
i love the places you don’t show.
if i am the candle,
you are the room.
if i am the silence,
you are the wound.
if i am the midnight,
you are the moon,
too far to hold.
too close to lose.
and even when you never knew,
i loved you past
where light gets through.