He’s Here.
I can feel it in my bones,
in my soul,
on my skin.

He speaks.
I melt into a puddle.
I can’t feel.

He watches me as I walk,
as I talk,
as I breathe.

He counts the fragile beats of my heart,
longing for my approval,
for my love.

He writes,
silently,
giving clues.

He slips the note,
into my hand,
as the bell rings and he leaves.

He wrote,
from inside,
everything.