Existing Near You 

I still feel happy
just knowing…
what color you wore,
how calm, how soft
You are
The smile, the glow
And how gracefully
You move in a flow..

I still feel happy
seeing your car
recognizing it—
like my heart memorized
every curve,
every number on your plate…
without even trying
It just feels innate.

Noticing your new phone.
New job
New clothes
Any upgrade you do
as if my soul
secretly signed up
for every notification
that belongs to you..

I find myself touching
the things you touched—
the colors you used while drawing,
the notes you made
The signature you do
the spaces where you stood,
and the pictures
from your childhood..

I love to feel
what you felt
in all those quiet moments—
when you were alone…
talking to yourself
in the shower,
your room,
your safe spaces.
In different phases..

The energy
you unknowingly send me—
the dreams you appear in,
the expressions you change…
Every litte habit, hard choices
And flickers across your face
I love paying attention
to everything you give and take..

Not because you’re mine—
you never were.
But because you exist.
And existing near you…
even from a distance
still feels like sunshine..

I know it shouldn’t be this deep.
It’s actually strange—
how someone
can be both
a wound and a light.
I guess…
This is what it means
to care without possession.
To love… quietly.
Softly.
Silently.
And out of sight..

By Ray. K