I write desires and letters to blow softly into your heart. Not as someone who writes just to write, but as someone who stitches words with the care of preparing warm tea on a cold night. Because there are nights when silence weighs heavy, and all one needs is a gesture that whispers, “I’m here.”

I wish I could be presence, scent, embrace, or any kindness that holds you now. Maybe a note forgotten on your pillow, or a gentle breeze slipping through the window to remind you that affection exists, even when everything feels far away. There’s a kind of care that doesn’t need a body — just intention.

Tonight, I let gratitude guide me. It courts me sweetly, whispering that you are part of my journey. Essential, like feet to the ground, like eyes to choosing a direction. And that’s why I write: so you may feel this soft and tender breath, like a breeze that caresses without asking permission.

If the world feels heavy inside you, may my words be shelter. May you feel wrapped in this affection that has no shape, but holds strength. Because there are bonds that can’t be explained — only felt.

And tonight, I feel. I feel you in me, as part of the path I chose to walk. And that, my dear, is poetry that never fades. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer