Stillness

I looked at him,

he seemed like a kid.

Someone who wants to stay home,

who wants the warmth of family.

I looked at him and wanted time to come to rest.

Like I'm in a race with time,

and I'm losing it —

losing the moments, losing his love.

I looked at him and wanted to cry,

but tears don't come; they hardly reach the surface.

I wish I could tell you how much I love you.

Wish I could tell you, how proud I am of you.

Even with your flaws, even in your imperfection —

my heart still wants you, and a part of it will forever stay with you.