you are piano melodies.
every note soft, deliberate, aching.
i know your music by heart
but i can’t touch the keys.
your hair is chaos
in the most gentle way.
messy brown strands
i want to smooth down
just once.
just once.
your eyes.
golden brown and searching,
like they’re always looking
for something deeper,
just never in me.
and when you smile,
the world gets quiet.
it’s not a metaphor,
it’s just what happens.
like the sky pauses
to listen to you be kind.
your laugh sounds like music.
not the sad kind, either.
the kind that fills a room
and makes it feel warmer.
and god,
i wish it were for me.
but this is how i love you:
at a distance.
in silence.
from behind the safety
of poems and timing
and unspoken things.
you are not mine.
but some loves don’t ask
for ownership,
just the privilege
of still feeling them.