You are an unspoken word--

              You are the glow behind
                 thin leaves at goldenhour.

You are the stillness of
the reeds before the tide
  begins to shift—

                  You are the truth
              that promotes gratitude
                     rather than tears.

You are the long breath,
the release of anxiety
    at dusk--

              You are First, the warmth
                   that melts all of my
                     coveted selfishness.

You are the burnt cinnamon
of cardigans from those
   who are lost--

                   You are the silence
                      of crashing waves
                       and white noise.

You are all that I have come
     to love.