POEM: Choose Me

The ache of hoping someone sees you without being asked

I wanted it to be obvious.
Quiet enough to feel true.
Just…known.

Like the sun finding the window
without permission.

I stood there
soft, open,
trying not to look like I was waiting.

Because asking feels like
editing the truth.

I wanted you to notice
the way I stayed
even when the Innerverse shifted under us.

The way I made space for you
and kept the realm open
in sentences you never finished.

I wanted you to choose me
the way people choose home
without explaining why.

But silence has a way
of answering questions.

So I learned this slowly
being unseen
is still an answer.