There’s chaos behind me—

things broken,

things unfinished,

names I no longer say out loud.

But you—

you are the center,

the eye of it all.

When I lie against your chest,

the noise disappears.

When your fingers find mine,

my pulse remembers how to soften.

You are not loud,

but you are everything.

You steady me

without trying,

just by being

who you are.