Between Bruises and Blooms

I never stopped loving you,
Not through the silence,
Not through the waiting,
Not through the miles that weren’t measured in distance.

Love isn’t always found
In perfect timing.
Sometimes it’s found
In hope that refuses to fade.

I dream of ordinary things—
Coffee growing cold,
Tiny hands reaching for us,
A home filled with laughter instead of longing.

Until then,
I’ll keep believing
That broken roads
Can still lead home.

And whether tomorrow
Or years from now,
You’ll always know
Someone loved you enough
To wait with an open heart.