MLMM, Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and #Wordle#466

Morning slips through the window
like a prism,
splitting into quiet colour
across the wall.

You reach for me in half-sleep,
your fingers finding mine,
and the world begins to dance
without music.

Outside, a passing shadow
reminds me that light is never alone.
We do not fear it—
we marvel at how both belong.

Our thoughts drift
between yesterday and tomorrow,
but we no longer seek
anything louder than this.

You snuggle closer,
a small sigh against my cheek,
and I understand again:

Every love is a story,
but some are written
in sunlight and breathing—
not to be shouted,
only held.

— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫