Quiet Moments

When I see your face early in the morning

Under pale sunlight squeezing through shut blinds

Under messy hair and crumpled blankets

When I see your face, I can't help but smile

Want to roll over and curl up closer to you

Somehow being pressed up against you

Feeling your breath on my cheek

Your eyelashes on my skin

Somehow I can't get close enough to you

I can't get enough of you

But in those early morning moments

You are all I could ever want or need

In those early morning moments

There is nothing else going on in the world

The voices in my head are finally calm and content

The wounds from whips of words and people's knives fade into quiet scars

Still there

Still reminders of what happened

But no longer important

Not nearly as important as watching your eyes flicker as you dream

In those moments, I understand what quiet love is

How to appreciate the presence of someone without a single word

I never knew that love could be there without a sound

Without a word or act or event

Just there in the room

Streaming in with the sunlight

Swirling through the room in the cold air from the fan you insist on having on

I never knew that I could be perfectly content just sleeping next to someone

I never knew how special early mornings could be

When I try my best to fall back asleep as you try your best to wake up

And in the end

When we just end up back in bed

Wrapped around each other like vines

Trying to get as close together as we can but never being close enough

When the blanket is the only thing we have on

And the clock counts down our time left together

In those early morning moments

I realize how full my body feels

How little the world hurts

How much I love you