Leon Bridges in your ears,
        a song you shared
       rose as my Sunrise,

  before my first word even reached your screen.

Then the workout pic—
     a snapshot of focus,
       poised mid-rep,
       subtle smile that signals
       you’re back in your rhythm…

       finding the Mari beat again.

Days like these remind me
     how easily your quiet gestures
     land louder than their weight…

     soft ripples traveling farther than you know.

This afternoon,
     you, giving again—

     platelets sacrificed once more,
     just another quiet act of Being Mari.

And though I’m here,
    stacking these words
    like firewood for colder days,

    it’s your easy smile that keeps them warm.

You keep smiling,

I’ll keep writing—
     background music
     rambled only for you.

Knowing each line lands softly, just in time.

It’s never been for nothing.

It’s always been for moments like this—
                        for everything.