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.
Through the Fog 