About Him

I think of him

in quiet moments,

when nothing asks for attention.

There’s no rush in this feeling,

no need to explain it.

Just a gentle pull

that doesn’t disturb my peace.

I don’t imagine promises

or futures written in stone.

I simply notice

how warm my thoughts become

when he crosses them.

This isn’t longing.

It’s not fear.

It’s a soft awareness

that someone exists

who feels calm to remember.

No name is needed.

No direction given.

Some feelings are real

precisely because

they don’t ask to be seen.