I don’t hold hints from the future—
No sign if you’ll ever cross paths with me.
But something behind these beating doors
Keeps whispering softly
Of things not even on their way.

I imagine the way you’d smile at me,
Your eyes sparkling
As light slips in discreetly—
Two ethereal pearls,
Crafted by sky and heaven.

Your soft hair dancing as the wind speaks,
My fingers threading through your scalp
As your eyes begin to close.
The voice that replaces the cassettes I play
When my world turns grey.

Verses form quietly in my soul,
Lines I can’t command or control.
They stumble, don’t rhyme, yet come to be—
Each time your gaze rests on me.

I feel like you’re out there—
Somewhere.
Just not now.
Not yet.

Until then,
I’ll wait to keep you safe in my arms.
And when that day finally comes…
It won’t be those eight letters I whisper.
Just endless warmth,
In silence—
So you’ll know
Exactly where to turn.