Love That Follows

Your presence settles quietly inside me,

steady as breath,

held close in a way that softens the edges

of even the longest roads.

It amazes me how a heart can carry someone

without strain,

as if love were designed to travel

farther than footsteps ever could.

Cities pass in a blur,

fields drift by in long gentle strokes,

and yet you’re there,

woven into each turn,

each stretch of sky that leans low

as if listening.

I take you with me

the way a melody lingers long after the song ends,

familiar, steady,

impossible to shake.

Not in the landscape,

but in me.

I realize this isn’t clinging or longing;

it’s choosing.

Choosing you in every mile,

every quiet moment where I breathe a little deeper

because your love stays anchored

even when everything else moves.

You don’t trail behind me,

you move with me,

stitched into breath and intention,

carried in my hopes,

in the small moments when the world softens

and your name rises like a steady flame.

And when I picture your smile

waiting somewhere down the road,

the journey lightens,

as if every mile bends gently

toward home.