23/01/2026
The In-between
Part 2
I traced small circles in the palm of his hand,
A quiet language,
Offering calm without demand.
Wildflowers breathed around us,
Dandelions drifting free,
Carrying the tune my heart
Was afraid to sing aloud to me.
I was sunlight, then the shadow that stays,
A cloud that follows even the brightest days.
There is darkness in me, heavy and wide,
And still he stood,
Forever at my side.
Lightning lives behind my eyes,
Thunder stitched into my chest.
An endless storm I didn’t choose,
Just learned to wear and call my best.
I waited for silence to finally come,
But silence fled—
It never stayed long.
So I found him here, in the in-between,
Balanced softly between waking and dream.
Where wildflowers swayed and dandelions sang,
He gave me stillness,
I loosened my grip on the pain that i clung.
I breathed in his quiet,
He rested in my calm,
And slowly, gently,
Our hearts learned the same psalm.
We lay folded in that half-lit seam,
Wrapped in the peace of a place unseen.
We stayed so still,
Time let us be
Until we turned to stone
Together forever.
Forever home.
