There are times I feel adrift
Not quite alive,
Not grounded
Not feeling much of anything

Then you reach out
A text
A call
A touch

And I exist again,
In the curl of your smile
And my answering grin
Maybe we ground each other,
In this swirling, blurring world,
With a love so quiet 
So powerful
That sometimes it 
Doesn’t need a voice
But a touch 
A look
A kiss

My heart is yours
During all life’s adventures
But also in the stillness,
The quiet,
The moments like this.