The Moment

It starts with your eyes,

steady and warm enough

to pull the ground from under me

in the gentlest way possible.

There’s a quiet in your stare

that feels like a doorway,

one I step through without thinking,

as if I’ve been crossing toward you

my entire life.

The space around us softens,

edges blur,

and suddenly I’m lighter,

like something I carried for too long

finally slipped off my shoulders.

You smile,

not wide,

just enough to send a rush

through my unruly heartbeat.

A curve in the moment,

subtle but deep,

the kind that tilts everything back

into place.

I realize it isn’t escape I’m feeling

when I fall into your gaze,

but recognition.

You’re not an imagined dream

or some fragile illusion of longing.

You’re real,

beautifully, achingly real,

and somehow,

you choose me in that quiet glance

without speaking a single word.

And just like that,

the world grows brighter around us.

Not perfect,

not polished,

but honest,

raw in its sweetness,

and full of a love

that feels like home finally remembering

where it meant to be.