When moments stay
We stand, neither loud
nor far away
but close enough
for our hearts to hear
and silent comfort
drawing near
all framed in stillness.
No gala display of affection
no borrowed art
just two still souls
where eyes don’t ask
and words don’t prove
presence alone lingers
quiet in its calm
certain in its grace.
protective hands
that guides me safely
Keep me grounded
With no stories to tell
Just a warmth
That makes me bold.
Even if the world
should pass us by
We wouldn’t chase
We wouldn’t try
for in this stillness
side by side
We are enough
with nothing to hide.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 6:29 AM UTC
When moments stay
We stand, neither loud
nor far away
but close enough
for our hearts to hear
and silent comfort
drawing near
all framed in stillness.
No gala display of affection
no borrowed art
just two still souls
where eyes don’t ask
and words don’t prove
presence alone lingers
quiet in its calm
certain in its grace.
protective hands
that guides me safely
Keep me grounded
With no stories to tell
Just a warmth
That makes me bold.
Even if the world
should pass us by
We wouldn’t chase
We wouldn’t try
for in this stillness
side by side
We are enough
with nothing to hide.
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