Dear wild maiden…
My little patchwork of light,
my soft, fragile piece of forever
nine years you’ve walked this life,
and still you feel like something
I could lose too easily,
any day, any moment,
with one breath held too long.
It is life’s precious miracle
watching your alpha self unfold
into a fierce lioness.
Your fearful hesitation,
your shield and armor,
never stop you from trusting,
from showing your guarded heart.
Your little body,
a mosaic of warm and wild colors,
telling stories I will never hear
midnight, honey, and cloud white,
painted in ways no hand could reach,
as if the universe
took its time with you.
You don’t ask for much
just warmth, a presence,
the silent understanding
that I am yours and you are mine.
You show me every time
you curl up beside me,
as if I am your safest place.
You don’t know
how I watch you sometimes
with a quiet ache in my chest,
counting time in heartbeats
instead of years,
wishing I could press pause
on everything moving forward.
There are pieces of my soul
that have learned your name so deeply
I no longer know who I am
without the sound of you in my life
the soft steps, the loud purr,
the simple way you exist,
a gentle reminder everyday.
So stay here a while longer
in the light, in the quiet, by my side.
Stay where I can still reach you,
still feel you, still whisper your name.
For loving you,
is the most beautiful heartbreak,
the kind that begins long before goodbye
ever dares to arrive.
Because nine years is not enough.
It will never be enough.
And when you look at me like that,
it feels like I am being chosen
all over again.