You are the place I fall
and know, I won’t be dropped.
Not caught out of obligation,not held out of fear,
but kept because your arms understand weight.
You are my quiet,Not the silence that feels empty,
but the hush that settles storms, without asking them to explain themselves.
When the world is loud with directions,
go here, be this, become more,my heart ignores the noise.It only knows one compass.
And it points toward you.Heartwards, Always heartwards.
You are my peace in the middle of chaos,
my safe, when everything else feels temporary.
With you, I don’t brace for impact.
I soften,I land.
This is not love that rushes.
It doesn’t beg seasons to stay the same.
It stands steady, in heat, in cold,in bloom and in bare branches.
Steady love.
The kind that doesn’t flinch when tested.
The kind that says,
“I am here,” and means still
Ever-holding. Not gripping. Not possessing.
Just… remaining.
And if I must move through this world forever,
let it always be in your direction,
not because I’m lost,
but because with you
I am already home.