“You Mean the World to Me“

By Adena M’lynn

When the night feels heavier than my heart can hold,

I close my eyes

and there you are—

I imagine your hand folded into mine,

steady, sure,

sharing a strength that feels like home.

I don’t need much.

Not grand speeches,

not the world’s applause—

just the warmth of a hello,

the soft weight of

“How are you?”

and the quiet balm of

“I was thinking of you.”

You mean the world to me.

Not the pedestal type. 

But the comforting kind,

in the moments

when my soul shivers,

I find my way back

by imagining your hand in mine—

and—

I can breathe again.