Where Forever

I say your name like sunrise in my chest,

soft but certain,

a warm pull that steadies everything inside me.

There is a kind of quiet love in how you breathe

next to my thoughts,

even when distance tries to pretend it matters.

We are not hurried.

We move like trust,

slow curves, gentle gravity,

two souls discovering new ways to fit

in one feeling.

Your laughter settles into me,

like it always belonged beneath my ribs.

I am not searching anymore.

I am anchored,

and somehow still floating,

like both safety and flight

can live together without argument.

Then it shifts, almost sudden,

a spark behind the heartbeat,

a knowing that lands deeper than promise.

This is not a wish or a plea.

It is recognition.

A truth that breathes on its own.

Love like ours does not end.

It chooses.

It stays when the world leans the other way,

when time tries to measure us

and fails.

So keep close, not as possession

but as presence.

Walk with me, not tied,

but intertwined.

If tomorrow changes everything,

this feeling will not break.

It will simply follow,

past whatever border exists

between this life

and the one waiting after breath.

You are not a moment.

You are every tomorrow,

forming itself gently around us,

asking nothing

but truth

and staying.