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Needed to write another poem for class so I did and yes it's for my boy. Written 09 Apr. 2025

The hours stretch thin,

too late for me, too early for you,

but we still exist in the same breath,

held together by a whisper

that neither of us dare break.

You speak,

but the words are soft,

like they’re floating just above us,

not quite real,

not quite here.

I could hang up,

but I don’t.

There’s something in the silence, something I can’t let go of yet.

You ask if you can sleep.

Your voice is a question,

but I hear it differently �" like a door I could open,

or a moment I could lose.

Five more minutes

I say,

and you stay,

though the distance still hums

between the quiet space of your room

and mine.

I wait for you to say it,

though you don’t �"

those words,

the ones that float around us,

but never lands.

You say it easily,

and still, I don’t say it back.

Not yet.

I’m not sure

how to hold it all together

with words I haven’t yet learned to speak.

The call lingers like a shadow, almost fading,

but never quite gone.

You stay,

even when I know you’re drifting

toward dreams I can’t reach.

There’s something in this stillness,

something that feels like it’s already too far gone.

And yet here we are,

waiting for the next moment,

the next word,

like time will slow

if we don’t let go of it.

It’s strange, isn’t it?

How we’ve only known each other a few months,

and yet it feels like we’ve already traveled

through so many hours,

through so many silences,

that I could almost forget

how we started,

how we came to be.

But for now,

we hold the line, unspoken,

and I wait

in the quiet dark,

for something I can’t quite name

to stay,

just a little bit longer.