The quiet hum of shared breath…

The quiet hum of shared breath in the night,
a gentle rhythm woven through the walls.
A comfort known, unasked for, deeply felt,
like roots that hold a sturdy, ancient tree.
The laughter spills, a bright and sudden rain,
washing away the dust of passing days.
A hand to hold when shadows start to creep,
a voice that knows the secret map of you.
These quiet ties, they bind us, strong and true,
a tapestry of moments, big and small,
where love resides, a constant, guiding light.
A strength that cradles, never letting go.