In Between

Morning sunlight spills on worn kitchen floors,
Cups of coffee steaming like old conversations,
Shared glances over quiet meals,
Fingers brushing without a word.
Steps on a path, unsure where it leads,
But the breeze feels familiar,
And for a moment, that's enough.
Struggles leave their marks,
But so does laughter after long days,
Growing slowly like ivy, unnoticed,
Until we look back and see how far we've come.
In the stillness between breaths,
Life hums—a steady, patient rhythm.