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I don’t want to keep you in my hands.
Hands forget.
I want to guard you inside my sight.
Where memory cannot blink.
Where presence cannot be misplaced.
Come closer—
not to my world,
but to my rhythm.
Let our silence find a shared tempo.
Step into the beat
that neither of us can hear
but both of us obey.
I won’t ask for forever.
I’ll ask for often.
For repeated nearness.
For familiar warmth.
For that quiet gravity
that pulls two souls
into an unspoken orbit.
Signal me without words.
A gesture is enough.
A direction of attention.
A turning of intention.
Let me read you sideways
like a secret reflection
that only appears
when the light shifts.
You don’t need to declare anything.
You already revealed it
in pauses
between your sentences.
In the fragrance
your thoughts leave behind.
Every drop of feeling
evaporates fast—
unless it finds
a place to rest.
Let my awareness
be that resting ground.
Viscous with patience.
Soft with acceptance.
You move one way.
I move another.
Still—
we arrive
at the same question.
What is true?
What is merely echoed?
Truth doesn’t wait.
It walks past us
like an answer
too proud to introduce itself.
Stand with me
like a mirror
that doesn’t copy—
but completes.
Tell me what you’ve never said.
Show me what you’ve never shown.
Let today feel
unlike every yesterday.
Your laughter—
a thread I want to follow
through the labyrinth
of my doubt.
I will not frame you.
I will not name you.
I will keep you
within my gaze.
Protected.
Unlost.
Unfaded.
Because some connections
are not meant
to be held.
They are meant
to be seen.
