i wanted to tell you i loved you,
but the butterflies in my stomach swarmed my throat, and all the words got caught in their wings

The space between
your fingers,
your breaths,
is there room enough
for me to find
a little place?
because love is not
a person
nor is it a chase.
Love is a soul
that invites people
inside
to say grace.
For every ounce of
love that leaves
its trace
upon that soul
who says,
"Come there's room enough."
you're home.