your glow

This is my gratitude, shaped like a secret, buried in a silence you will never hear.

I was a cloudless sky with thunder rolling beneath my skin. You still inhaled my presence like it was pouring rain. Like maybe you’d been buried in drought up until then.

I thought love was all about the chance of reciprocity, but I admired you like a full moon. I knew I would never be able to hold you. All I hoped was for your light to fall upon my face, illuminate the parts of my personality I had swallowed. And it did.

I will never forget the tiny moments of reprieve you gifted me, how they grew in the palm of my hands when you weren’t looking. How they meant more to me than you will ever know.

I will search every sky for you, whether you are full or waxing or waning. I will tilt my head towards your glow and hope the night sky is gentler than me.