my favorite notification
even when silence stretches
between us like a quiet road
I don’t know how to cross.
you are still
my favorite person
the only place
my tired heart recognizes
as home.
I know you’re exhausted,
I see it in the way
you disappear into sleep,
like the world has taken too much
from you in one day.
and I don’t blame you.
but in the quiet you leave behind,
I find myself reaching
for something that used to be
so easy—
us.
I miss the way we filled
each other’s spaces,
how your presence
felt like warmth
instead of distance.
now it’s not that you’ve changed—
it’s just that
I feel you less,
and I don’t know
where to place this loneliness.
maybe it’s not sadness,
not even hurt
just a soft ache
of missing you
while you’re still mine.
so rest, love,
rest as much as you need
but when you wake,
come back to me
even just a little.
because I’m still here,
holding onto us,
loving you
in all the quiet ways
you cannot see.
