Your favorite color is black.

I smiled quietly…

it’s mine as well.

Black like the sky just before the stars

decide to show themselves,

soft and vast,

holding space for every light waiting to be seen.

It’s not absence,

but a kind of fullness

the kind that holds mystery,

the calm before the world shifts.

There’s something about that color

the way it feels like a secret,

something only a few understand.

Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to you

like the way night embraces the unknown,

steady and patient,

ready for whatever comes next.

And in that quiet darkness,

you somehow glow

not with noise or flash,

but with a warmth that lingers,

slow and certain,

like a star reluctant to leave the sky.

I find myself pulled into that

the space you create without trying,

the light waiting to be discovered

in the color you love