I am always thinking about you in the rush of unfinished hours,
in the noise of crowded days,
in the quiet corners of my mind.
No matter how busy I become, no matter what my hands are building or what my eyes are reading, there you are.
You find your way into my thoughts without knocking soft as a memory, bright as a sudden sunrise.
In the smallest moments a pause between breaths, a second of stillness, a heartbeat too aware my world gently turns toward you.
I don't try to go back,
I simply do.
As if my mind knows, its favorite place to rest
is where you are.
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