Between Heartbeats

The pause holds everything— a caught breath, the space where sound folds into itself.

Your hand finds mine in the dark, fingers counting the silence between pulse and pulse.

We are the spaces between, the unwritten words, the light that travels from a dying star to find us here, alive.

Nothing is as full as what we don't say, nothing as warm as the distance we've learned to carry like water cupped in our palms.