Dear future,

When you roll your head over to me in the morning, my whole world starts.
They say we can't feel the earth turn,
as it constantly rotates at a speed of some unfathomable number,
But looking at your tired face,
hairs curled in the shapes of bedsheets,
eyes swirled with just-ended dreams,
I know we have reached a just-ended spin.
The earth stands still for you to switch from lying on your side to your back.

You are that big of a deal
to me.

I am scared to make someone a planet.
I am scared that people are just signs to lead the way,
each a day in the past, built to leave - not to last.
But I want to believe
that you can be the sign that never leaves -
sharing a sense of direction
meaning,
affection,
and always.

So when you roll your head and ask me
what I'm thinking, I'm thinking this:
I am so grateful
for how still
and moving
we can be.