We Were the Ones Who Stayed Soft

A Short Poem

We were the ones,
who curled beneath storms,
torn from warmth,
but never from wonder.
Not quite children,
not yet safe,
just souls dragging blankets,
through the dark.

We found each other,
through static and grief,
through the long howl,
of headphones,
and characters,
who bled like we did.

You cried into quiet places,
I answered with silence,
that never judged.

Sometimes,
love is the way,
someone remembers,
your favorite song,
and sits beside you,
without asking,
why you’re crying again.

We were the ones,
who should’ve given up,
but didn’t.
Who stitched hope,
from messages,
and the hush between “hug,”
and hug back.

I wanted a den.
You wanted a home.
And somehow,
we became both,
for each other.

Even if no one saw us,
even if the world,
was teeth and concrete,
we held on,
with threadbare hands.

I don’t need heaven.
Just someone,
who stays,
when the sky gets heavy.
And I found you.