No Address

I’m not asking you to stay,

and I’m not afraid if you don’t.

Some feelings are meant

to exist quietly,

like light through a window.

I don’t reach for you.

I don’t pull.

I just notice

how calm my breath becomes

when your thought passes by.

This is not a promise.

Not a confession.

Just a moment

where I remain myself

and feel warm doing so.

Some stories don’t need names.

Some love doesn’t need direction.

It’s enough to know

that tenderness can live

without asking for more.