I found you—
not in the sky,
but in the quiet corner
where breaths lean against each other.
Your hand,
it is not hand alone,
but a river flowing to mine,
a root twining through my soil.
We speak without words,
and silence becomes a language—
I hear you in the way
the night folds its wings against our bodies.
Love is not loud;
it hums, low,
like the earth’s hidden fire.
Caring is not weight;
it is the feather that carries both of us
higher than the storm.
Two souls,
wandering through lifetimes,
meet,
and remembering itself,
the universe sighs—
\"Here… they are whole again.