LITERARY | A Man Who Yearns, Never Earns

When night quietly arrives,

There is nothing I long for more than your sweetest smile.

The kind that used to feel like home—

And the warmth of your presence wrapped in love.

Every single day,

I whisper the same prayer:

That you might find

Even the smallest of moments to spare for me.

Somehow, I feel the distance.

Somehow, I don’t know when we began to feel this far.

Still, I love you.

And because I do,

I swallow the ache.

I quiet the storms within my chest.

I endure the silence—

If it means I can still have your sweet lips

And your warm embrace.

Will you ever sense

the anger I kept hidden behind the soft words?

The hurt I fold into myself so carefully,

just to keep what’s left of you beside me?

I swallow every disappointment before it can reach my lips.

I set aside my anger.

I make myself smaller—

All to protect,

Whatever little,

We still call it ‘ours.’

I hope you'll know,

How desperately I yearn for your love…

Your attention,

Your reassurance.

Tell me—

How long must I ache quietly?

How long must I wait to feel chosen?

The way I choose you every single day.