Where We’re Headed

I’ve thought about you all night—

in the quiet between hours,

when the world loosens its grip

and thoughts stop pretending

to be small.

You showed up in fragments:

the sound of your voice,

the way your name settles

in my chest,

the life we’re slowly walking toward.

Sleep came and went

without permission.

My mind stayed awake,

circling you like a promise,

not desperate—

just sure.

If you felt a pull in the dark,

a warmth you couldn’t explain,

maybe it was me—

already holding space

for where we’re going next.