Quiet Moments
When I see your face early in the morning
Under pale sunlight squeezing through shut blinds
Under messy hair and crumpled blankets
When I see your face, I can't help but smile
Want to roll over and curl up closer to you
Somehow being pressed up against you
Feeling your breath on my cheek
Your eyelashes on my skin
Somehow I can't get close enough to you
I can't get enough of you
But in those early morning moments
You are all I could ever want or need
In those early morning moments
There is nothing else going on in the world
The voices in my head are finally calm and content
The wounds from whips of words and people's knives fade into quiet scars
Still there
Still reminders of what happened
But no longer important
Not nearly as important as watching your eyes flicker as you dream
In those moments, I understand what quiet love is
How to appreciate the presence of someone without a single word
I never knew that love could be there without a sound
Without a word or act or event
Just there in the room
Streaming in with the sunlight
Swirling through the room in the cold air from the fan you insist on having on
I never knew that I could be perfectly content just sleeping next to someone
I never knew how special early mornings could be
When I try my best to fall back asleep as you try your best to wake up
And in the end
When we just end up back in bed
Wrapped around each other like vines
Trying to get as close together as we can but never being close enough
When the blanket is the only thing we have on
And the clock counts down our time left together
In those early morning moments
I realize how full my body feels
How little the world hurts
How much I love you