Life’s Sweetest Treats

Life’s Sweetest Treats
not wrapped in foil, but in space

Sometimes,
it’s not the chocolate or the wine,
but the way the steam curls from a cup
as morning kisses your cheek.

It’s not the candlelit feast—
but the stillness between bites
when you finally sit,
back straight,
phone down,
breath soft.

The sweetness of presence
lives in quiet spoons of soup,
in sunlight on hardwood floors,
in the softness of silence
between two people
who don’t need to fill it.

It’s the first time you don’t eat
over the sink
or between deadlines.
It’s the way your shoulders fall
when the now becomes more than enough.

Life’s finest desserts
aren’t found in pastry boxes.
They arrive as space.
As breath
As movement

As glimmer of eyes 

Not devoured—
but savoured.

— Nihan Sevinc