18.08.2025

we sit, still in our beautiful darkness, our

endless, peaceful quiet, just listening to

the distant hum of the city, our knees

gently touching in the dark, and I can’t

help but think that this small piece of our

infinity is oh-so fragile; any word above

a whisper could break it apart, so I hold

my tongue, keep my sigh close to my chest;

I reach for your hand with mine and smile

to the angels that took our voices to create

this sweet, short-lived universe curling

around our shoulders like a comforting hug