arms circle
and the room softens
my breath
steadies against your chest
a small quiet finds me
where noise lived
heat moves
through the gap
we kept guarded
i feel the name of myself return unpronounced
something
fragile
presses
forward then
settles
i remember
gentleness without
asking for it
the ache
loosens
just enough to be carried
we stand inside
a temporary yes
and the world does not argue
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
arms circle
and the room softens
my breath
steadies against your chest
a small quiet finds me
where noise lived
heat moves
through the gap
we kept guarded
i feel the name of myself return unpronounced
something
fragile
presses
forward then
settles
i remember
gentleness without
asking for it
the ache
loosens
just enough to be carried
we stand inside
a temporary yes
and the world does not argue
