Something More

A Rilke book by the bedside,
My shirt soaked in your scent.
The bottomless night is fleetingly beautiful,
A tender twilight of a winter morning.

Something more than just me—
It warms when you open your eyes.
Rhymes for the word love—
Not cliché, not crude.

To say I love you—
It is tenderness,
It is courage,
It is rain over the wasteland.

It is rain over the graveyard,
Deep within the heart,
Where all who were once loved
Now rest.

Where all who once loved
Now lie.

2025

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