Easily

“Easily” for Charlotte

You move like a song no one remembers writing— soft chords from another life that find their way back through fingertips.

The sky could fall, the world could change its name, but here you are, still tracing golden threads through everything undone.

You’ve never needed the loud kind of love. You bloom in the quiet ones— the long glances, the steady hands, the ones who don’t ask you to earn what was already yours.

And if the storm comes while you're mid-sentence, you’ll pause, smile, and say: “Of course. You’re right on time.”

Because nothing has ever broken you. Not really. You just learned how to bend beautifully.