Your hand brushed mine like a breeze at dusk
Eyes spoke calm in a world too rushed
We didn’t need much to feel aligned
Just chamomile steam and borrowed time
There’s something in the quiet light
That paints you in a softer kind
Of love I keep in quiet tones
Between my breath, beneath my bones
You’re the trace in my porcelain cup
Warm even when the world gives up
Every echo, slow and sweet
Falling in the spaces where we meet
No flash, no fire—just ease
Like rain that doesn’t need to tease
You were always more than loud
You held me gentle in the crowd