The Quiet Pulse of Us

The Quiet Pulse of Us-ShantSagar I can hear the quiet hum between breaths, the space we keep when words have unraveled their meaning and silence is a song in itself. It’s not a storm, this love of ours, but the steady drip of a distant stream, carving paths through stone, not with force, but with patience. Your eyes, like open windows, catch the light in the most tender ways, and I find the world in the curve of your hand reaching across the table. This bond, woven without effort, grows in the soft places we’ve tucked into the corners of our hearts— a quiet understanding that only we know. There is no need for grand declarations or promises etched in the air; we speak in glances, in a touch’s weight, and that is enough to tether us. We breathe together, but without rush, as if love needs no hurry to bloom.