The Importance of I

Love you…


A phrase adrift,
missing the heart it needs to anchor its meaning.



Miss you…


Are you afraid to hold yourself accountable?


Do you flinch at the thought
 of claiming the emotions you swore to escape?



A broken promise splintered like glass,
its shards reflecting a truth too fragile to touch.



What does it mean to feel whole?


Do you mourn the paths you’ve left unfinished,
the steps you were too afraid to take?



Love you…


A hollow echo in an empty room.


Miss you…


A shadow cast by words left unsaid.

I don’t want to be missed or loved 
with a sentence that speaks of no one.



It’s the essence of you—
your unspoken vows,
your quiet strength—
that compels my boldest declarations.



I.



I would build a house for you,
with walls that hum the songs of our promises,
 and windows open to the breath of your every dream.


I’d plant a tree at the edge of the land,
 its roots deep enough to hold the weight of forever,
 its branches reaching for the light of every sunrise we’ve shared.



I Love You..



Me. I.


The unbroken vow,
 the root of every promise I choose to make whole.