I Remember You for Every Good Reason #poetry

I remember you like the first sip of morning light,
like honey dissolving in warm tea, golden and slow.
You are the ink that refuses to fade,
the laughter that echoes longer than the joke itself.

You are the hum of a favorite song at the edge of my lips,
a melody carried by the wind, never lost.
Your voice is the hush of waves kissing the shore,
a lullaby even time cannot unwrite.
Why do you shine like constellations mapped onto my skin?

I need you. I want you.
You are the warmth in my fingertips when I hold a memory too tightly,
the glow of streetlights guiding me home.
You are a name I carve into moments,
a presence too vivid to blur.

You are the sound of my name in a friend’s joyful call,
the whisper of leaves dancing in the sunlight.
You are the laughter stitched into a photograph,
the feeling of being exactly where I belong.

You are the ink dried on letters that were always sent,
the footsteps beside mine on a road I never walk alone.
You are the scent of oranges in a kitchen filled with light,
the shape of a face in a painting too perfect to be anyone else.

You are the flicker of a candle that never dies,
a beacon through fog, unwavering and true.
You are the echo of music played from a record that never scratches,
the steady heartbeat of a world made warmer by your being.

Where Are You?

Where are you when I turn to share joy and find only the past?
Are you resting between the pages of a book well-loved, words folded into my soul?
Are you in the spaces between my laughter, the hush before the harmony?
Are you the hum of a garden in bloom, the promise of fruit not yet picked?

Where are you when I trace the outlines of our days,
and find every memory gleaming, whole and unbroken?
Are you the warmth pressing against my skin,
or the sky stretching wide with infinite possibility?
Are you the steady presence in every sunrise,
or the constellations whispering my name in languages unforgotten?

Where are you when the clocks race forward,
and the world rushes past like a blur of light and color?
Are you the laughter that lingers even after I’ve turned the page,
or the rhythm in my pulse that reminds me I am never truly alone?

There is every good reason for you to exist.
And so, I keep looking for you.
I keep listening.
I keep remembering.

There is every good reason at all.

Look at Me at Least Once

Look at me at least once, if only to share in the wonder.
Let your gaze be the warmth of sunlight through my window,
the last ember in a fire that never dies,
the reflection in the river, unshaken and real.

Look at me through the bright storefronts,
from behind the laughter of a window that always welcomes.
Be the face that lingers in a photo filled with golden hours,
the outline of a figure standing still in a memory that never fades.

I call for you in the open corridors of my heart,
in the space between words where meaning deepens.
Turn, even for a moment, before time engraves you into my story,
before memory molds you into permanence.

Look at me at least once, if only to let me keep you.
Stay with the certainty of a breath drawn in joy,
with the presence of a door always open.
Don’t drift like an echo stretched too thin,
but remain, a voice carried in the wind that always answers.

Look at me, just once,
and then stay, because you belong here.

Do I Feel You, Do You Feel Me?

Do I feel you in the spaces between my ribs, where breath expands in warmth?
Are you the hum in my fingers when I reach out to grasp something beautiful,
or the sunlight pressing against my palm when I lift it to the sky?

Do I feel you in the weight of the morning, light and full of promise?
Are you the sigh of contentment before sleep,
or the quiet inhale of peace after laughter?

Do you feel me when the wind brushes past your skin,
as if the world momentarily aligns to guide you forward?
Am I the warmth in your chest when a familiar scent tugs at the heart,
or the inexplicable comfort in places you have never been?

Do I feel you when I step into an open space and know I belong?
Are you the rhythm in my footsteps, the steady beat of days well-lived?
Am I the light you catch in the corner of your eye, the brightness where darkness should have been?

Do you feel me when your hands brush against something familiar,
only to realize it is everything?
Am I the melody of laughter in a room filled with love,
the presence of a touch that always lingers?

Maybe we are just two souls bound to the same story,
feeling for each other in the glow of time,
never needing proof that the other was ever real.

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