In the Quiet Between Heartbeats

You never arrive loudly.

You bloom in the pauses—

when the world forgets to shout,

and only softness remains.

I have known desire that burned,

and love that blurred.

But you—

you exist in the still places,

where longing hums quiet and steady.

Where I whisper only to myself:

"Beyond wanting, there is simply you."

No more reaching.

No more ache.

Just the tender gravity

of staying.