You’re always on my mind—
Not in a way that rushes time,
But in the quiet moments between it.
The pauses.
The drive.
The breath before sleep.
I’ve learned to love the slow burn with you.
How nothing feels forced,
How knowing you feels like a journey,
Not a destination I’m racing toward.
I don’t need to skip chapters—
I want to read every line.
Learn the way you think,
The way you move through the world,
The way your presence settles into mine.
I’ll chase you,
Not loudly,
Not despearately—
But with intention.
With consistency.
With the kind of pressure that feels like reassurance,
Not weight.
I’m good with soaking it all in—
The laughs, the quiet, the becoming.
The unfolding of us, exactly as it’s meant to be.
Because this pace,
This ride,
This feeling—
It’s what I want.
With you
Only You.
Slow Burn Poetry 