Dominic Riccitello
Jun 17, 2026

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the shadows speak from the corners of my eyes and i feel you there like sunlight breaking through trees the way you glisten unexpectedly a smile that lingers too long in my mind the kind that catches me off guard and leaves me stopping in the middle of a sentence we gather stones just to stack them carefully building walls building rooms building houses hoping they become homes i look at the idea of us because right now it is only an idea and ideas are dangerous things i take them i shape them i give them meaning until they become larger than what they were meant to be i take you in fragments small moments passing expressions half-finished conversations the way we twist together on soft surfaces of memory the way comfort arrives quietly before either of us notices i exist for moments like this to touch you right now in this exact moment would be chaos because longing has a way of making simple things feel enormous i long for your hand against mine the certainty of a grip returned to hold you delicately like feathers caught in a breeze the light touch of something precious against the curve of your neck just two people one heartbeat one moment inside a world where it suddenly feels like everything matters because what is this life without meaning what is love without something larger than ourselves to reach toward we exist as two yet i stand here singing you a song anyway asking you to watch asking you to listen but i have learned something the idea of convincing someone to stay to choose to take a chance is not always a game worth playing because a man who stands and asks is different from a man who stands and listens one reaches outward the other pays attention and attention has always felt more honest to me we accept who we are i accept who i am and i accepted who you were the touch the meaning the feeling the brief collision of two lives sharing space for a while i stand here now at the edge of myself waiting for time with arms still open because every embrace every connection every beautiful thing can only be held for so long and maybe that is what makes it beautiful not that it lasts forever but that for a moment it was here at all