Hearts

I won’t say a word - you can see it all yourself: the way my hand trembles when I touch your hair

We’re not holding on out of fear, not running from the silence

Just being here together is enough. At last, we matter

When words aren’t needed, we speak with our hearts, in every breath, in every glance - we have each other

It’s not an escape from loneliness, not an attempt to save ourselves; it’s a quiet “I choose you” - again and again, without extra words