there’s something

in the way you laugh

without checking who’s listening—

like the world answers to you

and doesn’t even know it yet.
you move through space

with no intention of being watched,

and still,

I can't look away.
I study you

the way someone studies sunlight

through a window.

not trying to own it,
just aching

to stay in its warmth a little longer.
you are

all the small,
strange things

that make sense to me

without explanation.

and all i want

honestly,

foolishly - 

is to be the place

you come to

when the world asks too much.
not to keep you

like something caged,
but to be

chosen

by someone like you.