I'll see you in the coffee steam,  

Curling up, dancing dreams  

Between the chaos of waking and wishing,  

You’re there in the swirl of warmth.  

How do you do that?  

Turn an ordinary morning into poetry  

With just a memory?

You’re in the streetlights flickering on,  

Soft, like the first time you said my name,  

Turning night into a softer shade,  

Making the city feel like home.  

The pavement is your laughter,  

And every step echoes it back to me.

I hear you in the hiss of the bus brakes,  

Like the pause before a laugh,  

Like the spaces between our conversations  

That held all the things we didn’t need to say.

The grocery aisles know you too,  

From the way I chose spicy peppers because you like them,  

And suddenly, the whole produce section is a love letter.  

Tomatoes and avocados, all your favorites,  

Whispering your name through the aisles,  

Making ordinary moments glow.

You’re the quiet hum of the refrigerator at 2 AM,  

The soft ticking of the clock as the world sleeps,  

In the crumpled bed sheets, in the way they hold your shape  

Long after you’ve gone.

Even the rain knows you—  

It falls like you did, unexpected but welcome,  

Turning grey days into silver,  

Making the world bloom in a thousand shades of you.

And when the moon rises,  

It’s just your shadow stretching across the sky,  

Spilling light into every corner,  

Even the ones you never touched.

In everything, there’s you—  

A brush of wind, a burst of laughter,  

It's a song on the radio that makes no sense but somehow feels like us.  

You turn the mundane into magic,  

A reflection in every puddle,  

A heartbeat in every moment I might’ve missed.

You—  

In the breath between now and forever,  

In everything, always.