danica

Hey Danica,
I don’t know why I’m addressing you like this
as if these words are meant to be opened by your hands
though they’re more like a whisper I’m giving to the air
Maybe starting with your name just made it easier
to admit I needed to speak at all
There’s nothing pressing I have to say
no grand truth waiting in my throat
just this quiet, persistent need to write
like my thoughts were never made to stay still.

There’s something different about you
I’ve never once stopped what I was doing
paused a song mid-beat
just to lie still and let someone fill my mind
But with you, it’s natural
I think about you with this vivid intensity
as if memory isn’t enough
and my mind must create you again
your face beneath my fingertips
the way your eyes meet mine
like they’re searching for something real
I feel the pull of you
even when you’re not around
and it feels like more than thought
like presence
like a shadow that stretches into warmth.

I remember early on
when we were just friends
how you told me you never rushed into things
That it took you months to open up
to understand someone before you let them in
And I admired that
not just the patience
but the care
The way you let people unfold on their own
like a book you want to read slowly
so you don’t miss a single word.

The way you smile
it hits me in a way I don’t have words for
Except, maybe
the way the sun splits through trees
breaking itself apart to touch everything
warm and golden
like it chose that exact spot
just to remind the world it’s still here
That’s what it feels like
Like I’m the forest
and somehow the light decided
I was worth reaching.

I think about how we used to be
those early days when everything felt simple
and how we are now
something more textured
like fabric that’s been worn in
softened at the edges by time
You take up so much space in my thoughts
not in an overwhelming way
but like a song you hum without realizing
because it fits the moment
and feels good on the tongue.

I picture you
jumping with excitement
moving to a rhythm only you can hear
and it’s this freedom you carry
that always catches me off guard
You never need permission to be yourself
Even with my eyes on you
you keep moving
as if those eyes are a place to be safe
not a cage to be small in
And in those moments
you show me what it means
to be unafraid of being known.

There’s beauty in that
in how you let yourself be seen
and how through you
I’ve learned to start seeing myself too.

Copyright © Shay Old | Year Posted 2025

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