I’ve been waiting all night

Not pacing.

Not counting the hours.

Just staying awake

in that quiet way

where hope doesn’t make noise.

Waiting like you wait for a light to turn on

in a room you know by heart.

Waiting because some part of me believed

you’d come back to this moment,

to this breath,

to me saying it out loud.

I’ve been waiting all night—

not because I had nothing else,

but because this mattered.