Call it a Gift

by The Midnight Psalmist

Call it a Gift

I found you at the end of summer.

The light was already leaving.

I risked it.

Put my heart down like a cup with a crack in it.

Fill it or break it, I said.

And it hurt.

Love does that.

It opens you with gentle hands

and leaves the door open to the cold.

Then one day you were gone.

My house got quiet.

Footsteps stopped meaning home.

People say: better not to have loved.

They are wrong.

The ache is the proof.

It means I was here.

It means I let myself feel.

Better one winter with you

than a hundred springs alone.

This is what it is to be human:

to love, to lose,

to bleed,

and still call it a gift.

The Midnight Psalmist (2026)