I show you what consistency feels like.

I arrive through every season you expect abandonment.

I notice my keys familiar in your morning door.

I feel this steady rhythm become more intimate than I expect.

I understand this steady rhythm is already changing me.

I still move closer through this steady rhythm.

I study my steady rhythm instead of asking the dangerous question.

My body answers through steady rhythm before my voice can.

I let one quiet steady rhythm carry too much hope.

I hear my steady rhythm become a promise in my chest.

I know the promise inside steady rhythm may exist only in me.

I keep my steady rhythm gentle enough not to break.

My fear stays hidden beneath the tenderness of steady rhythm.

I wait for you to name what my steady rhythm means.

I watch your eyes move toward the truth of steady rhythm and away.

I realize silence is choosing what my steady rhythm becomes.

I reach through steady rhythm for one honest sentence.

My heartbeat turns steady rhythm into a threshold.

I say your name before saying what steady rhythm reveals.

I feel your nervous system stop checking the clock.

I feel this steady rhythm become the place where everything changes and nothing is promised.