If you wake before the sun rises,
and the world is still hushed,
know this—
I was thinking of you
before the sky opened its eyes.
I left this letter here,
not to be answered,
but to be felt—
like warm light pressing through closed blinds,
like the whisper of a name
you don’t remember dreaming
but still wake holding.
Maybe you searched for me
before you even knew you were awake.
Maybe you already knew
I’d be waiting here.
Still loving you,
still praying for you,
still writing
as if each word
might reach your soul
before your fingers touch the screen.
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