he waves at me in a sea of people,
I didn't know how he found me
there were tides of faces washing the shore
but he surfs through,
holds my hand exactly when I'm like the water,
raging and blue

there was once a light in these eyes,
moony, brimming and wide-eyed
once deemed bright, now even the stars don't shine
he lights a fire with bare hands,
slowly, yet so surely
flames to keep me warm, light to give me life

he reads me like a book,
marks every word I say
does not turn the pages without
learning the meaning of every sentence,
every ******* phrase
acts out his script like it's a play

a seat saved for every dinner
coins in the fountain, wishing
earnest yearning like a beginner

an origami of flower
says "I've been thinking of you"
despite the busy hours

breakfast's ready
bare-faced, bed's messy
there's a look of love on his face
by then, I know I'm ready

... if I feel loved that way