I teach you to plan beyond next month.

I sit beside you through every panic about commitment.

I notice calendar pages soft beneath our hands.

I feel this future muscle become more intimate than I expect.

I understand this future muscle is already changing me.

I still move closer through this future muscle.

I study my future muscle instead of asking the dangerous question.

My body answers through future muscle before my voice can.

I let one quiet future muscle carry too much hope.

I hear my future muscle become a promise in my chest.

I know the promise inside future muscle may exist only in me.

I keep my future muscle gentle enough not to break.

My fear stays hidden beneath the tenderness of future muscle.

I wait for you to name what my future muscle means.

I watch your eyes move toward the truth of future muscle and away.

I realize silence is choosing what my future muscle becomes.

I reach through future muscle for one honest sentence.

My heartbeat turns future muscle into a threshold.

I say your name before saying what future muscle reveals.

I watch the future become speakable.

I feel this future muscle become the place where everything changes and nothing is promised.