The sandman forgot me that night
When you leaned in close
Secret words filling the cool air
as their shadows whispered, “I love you.”
The confession had rested on the tip of your tongue
Much like mine
and the dark held its breath
Just as I
We exhaled together, a comforted sigh
Our love was reciprocated
There was no need to hide
Our childish giggles spilled over the edges of the bed
hearts beating in time like wild drums
Your chest thumping into mine
For a moment, the early morning held us
with a silence that hums when all is quiet
And what is new has sprung
In the stillness, I offered you solace
A repetition of the same three words
and the world felt softer
We sank back into slumber,
limbs twisted like vines &
our joy a soft tremor
sprouting quietly beneath the thawing sky
K. Logan is a short story writer and poet from Albany, Georgia. In their youth, Logan found themselves inspired to become a writer through reading their maternal grandmother’s poetry. Logan’s mother was also a teacher, exposing Logan to various books and works from authors John Grisham and playwrights like Shakespeare. Logan has had the pleasure of writing and printing children’s books in French and has taken them to the west African country of Benin to be enjoyed by school-aged children. Logan hopes to continue this passion for writing well into their golden years.