Footnotes of the Heart

Some things I never say aloud, They float like whispers in a cloud. The little notes, the tiny signs, The pauses held between the lines. You shine in ways I can’t explain, A gentle sun after the rain. No one can see the full design, But somehow, all these threads are mine. A glance, a laugh, a fleeting space, A gentle mark I cannot erase. I hold these pieces close and true, Every one is leading to you.