Where Love Heals

I woke up wanting you
before I was even fully awake—

like my body hadn’t been told
we don’t do that anymore.

I almost asked about your day.

Almost typed it.

Almost folded.

Because caring about you
never felt like a question to me.

It felt like instinct.

And that’s the part I’m learning to sit with—
that I can care,
and still not reach.

That I can wonder how you are
and still let you be.

Because love shouldn’t feel
like I’m the only one that wants it.

So I stayed still.

Not because I didn’t want to check on you—
but because I finally checked on myself first.

And for once…

that had to be enough.

JMS