Our Quiet Flame

I’m glad we met,
under no grand sign,
just a moment—small,
but it felt like mine.

I spoke first, nervous laugh,
a reach into the unknown—
and you caught it,
like it was always meant to be shown.

You saw me, all of me,
not just the smiles I wear,
but the tired, older truths
that I was scared to share.

And still, you stayed.
Didn’t flinch. Didn’t fold.
Your heart didn’t count years—
it just held.

We don’t match by the book.
We clash. We scar.
We drift and return,
like waves chasing stars.

But I’ll cherish this love
quiet and deep,
the kind that lives
in shadows it keeps.

It’s okay if the world
never knows our name—
this is ours alone,
our small, quiet flame.