For T.S.

I am missing
in your details
I am a smudge
where nothing used to be.
I am a stone
under water
pushing silently,
nothing more
nothing more
nothing more.

I am what winters
on your doorstep
becoming sunlight
in the spring
you cannot see
but then you feel me,
nothing more
nothing more
nothing more.

Am I wishes
made incarnate
your unfettered heart
believing in its lore?
Or is there just this
moment,
nothing more
nothing more
nothing more.