Shiva
Sitting here together,
we settle in,
the air warm
with something unspoken.
No rush here,
no need to
fill the spaces—
words wander, in
their own time.
Your calm voice,
a steady thread,
weaving new stories.
The kettle sings-
these warm cups,
like offering gifts.
We drink slowly,
each sip, a
silent shared vow.
No rituals here,
only the ease
of your company,
Silence rests like
it’s always belonged.
When it’s time
to move on
there’s no leaving,
only this stillness,
this quiet tether—
a true friendship
steeped in time.