Days With You Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

Morning light softer than silence,
your laughter woven into the air.
Time moves differently here,
measured in glances, in fingertips
brushing past.

Some days unfold like open hands,
easy, weightless, endless.
Others slip through cracks,
too brief to hold, too real to forget.

But even when night gathers the hours,
and distance hums between breaths,
the days with you remain-
unchanged, unwritten, infinite.