I didna expect you
not in these quiet days
where everything felt dim.

I had grown used to silence,
to carrying things alone.

And then you stayed,
softly, until the silence felt different.

We speak in small moments, easy and careful,
like kindness is something we both protect.

It isna loud or certain just steady.

Two people meeting in the middle
and choosing, quietly, not to be alone.

And somehow, that feels like enough.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Daedalan, in the year 1000 AF.