A Letter to the Quiet

I have always been a keeper of the small things

the dates on the calendar that feel like stars,

the quiet moments that weave us together,

and the light I try to keep burning for us

even when the days feel long.

I hold these pieces of our story so close

because I believe we are worth the effort,

and every milestone is a chance to say

that I am glad you are mine.

But lately, I’ve found myself wondering

if you’ve grown so used to my presence

that you’ve forgotten to truly look at me.

It is a strange feeling to be right here,

offering you the best of my heart,

and feeling like a melody playing in the background

a constant, steady sound

that you’ve stopped really listening to.

I don’t want our love to become a habit,

something you check off a list or take for granted.

I want to be the breath that catches in your throat,

the person you want to celebrate

simply because the world is better with us in it.

When the days pass by without a nod to what we’ve built,

it feels like a little bit of the fire goes out,

and I am tired of being the only one

adding wood to the flame.

I’m still here, and I’m still reaching,

but I need to know that you’re reaching back.

I need to feel that the things that matter to me

still hold a place of honor in your world, too.

Don’t let us become a story

that you forgot to keep reading.

I’m carrying this hope with me

as the days go by,

waiting to see if you’ll find me again

in the way 

I’ve always been looking for you

-dmnd