Adrift in salt waves,
Closer to sea than to roots
Mountains keep still.

loving you
has always felt like muscle memory.
like something my body
already knew how to do.

some mornings,
i find you in the kitchen,
barefoot,
your hair falling soft down your back
that streak of silver catching light
like it has a story of its own.

your lips move
the way i imagine
god meant lips to move,
and you smile
like you know
something about peace
that no one else does.

you don’t try to be beautiful.
you just are
in the way your eyes crinkle
when you laugh,
in the way you tuck your hair
behind your ear
without thinking twice.

some days,
i watch you move through the room
like it was built
to hold you gently,
and i swear
my chest remembers how to beat
because you’re near.

i’m sorry,
but loving you
is still so easy.

questions don’t live rent-free.
i pay for them daily
in the pause before i open my eyes,
in the stretch of silence between
brushing my teeth and leaving the house.

i don’t even want answers.
just quiet.
just enough stillness
to make coffee without thinking
about my funeral.

who will be there?
will i even make it
to grandchildren?
will they know the sound of my laugh,
the weight of my arms,
the way i stare too long when i love something?

will i ever be
a dad?
a husband?
someone who feels like home
to someone else?

someone worth
having children with,
worth staying for?

the urge to leave
never says goodbye.
it just lingers in the corners,
waits until i’m lowest,
then whispers its name
like an old song.

and still,
none of this showed up today.
these thoughts didn’t knock.
they didn’t barge in
like a drunk friend
or some stranger needing a phone call.

they’re more like
the sheets i haven’t changed,
the dust that outlines the mirror,
The trash in my car.

they don’t haunt me.
they live here.
and they stay
because i let them.

I didn’t want
to wake up today,
As I look
into the mirror,
I see myself,
Rugged, pieces
Here and there,
Almost handsome,
Almost there
But good enough,
I get out the door,
Jump into my car,
Notice the tags
Still say 2024
As I press
The gas pedal
And feel the machine
Alive once more,
I have to get
around that
Some day.