I Carry You - POEM

 I carry you

in the quiet moments—

not in the noise of declarations,

but in the pause between thoughts,

where your name sits,

unspoken but known.

You are the ache

that doesn't wound,

the longing that softens

rather than tears.

I think of your hands—

how they once held

not just mine

but the weight of my world,

gently, as if afraid

to disturb it.

Love was never loud with us.

It was the way you looked at me

when I wasn’t watching,

the way you listened

to the parts of me

I didn’t know how to say.

I miss you

not with desperation,

but with reverence—

as if the memory of you

is sacred,

and I am its keeper.