Moonlight, soft, veiled behind clouds
– but I can still see you.
Different, yet unchanged.
I don’t know if your words have all sunk in quite yet,
but I smiled yesterday. A lot.
Somehow everything seems peaceful now. Hushed. The whole world
has gone quiet, like the silence after a contented sigh, listening
to the fall of a few joyful tears on the collar of
your shirt. I could have stayed there,
lost in your presence, found inside your arms,
for months. I am starting to feel safe again, slowly. Enough to try
and drink in the happiness that surrounds us, that fills the air
like the warmest, softest blanket. The peace is deep and sweet.
Your hand in mine is not a dream this time.