At Charcuterie Bar,
Balloons, a board of brie, and honey between us,
we linger over small bites and big smiles,
letting the world shrink
to the size of our table.
Thoughtful gifts, assembled with meaning.
Journal pages read softly into the dark—
old words, new warmth.
The night unfolding slow and certain,
like it was always meant to be ours.
Morning brings furry cuddles and early spring air
and later the crunch of gravel under our wheels.
Side by side,
we ride through thawing fields, pale gold light, and mud!
breathing in the promise of what’s next.
All weekend, one quiet wish—
for the miles,
for the night,
for us—
to never end.
© 2026 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 2:56 PM UTC
At Charcuterie Bar,
Balloons, a board of brie, and honey between us,
we linger over small bites and big smiles,
letting the world shrink
to the size of our table.
Thoughtful gifts, assembled with meaning.
Journal pages read softly into the dark—
old words, new warmth.
The night unfolding slow and certain,
like it was always meant to be ours.
Morning brings furry cuddles and early spring air
and later the crunch of gravel under our wheels.
Side by side,
we ride through thawing fields, pale gold light, and mud!
breathing in the promise of what’s next.
All weekend, one quiet wish—
for the miles,
for the night,
for us—
to never end.
© 2026 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.
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