You and me, we’re the echo after rain,
two shadows folded into one flame.
I breathe your name on the windowpane—
it writes me home, then fades again.
We’re the hush between heartbeats,
a secret the moon keeps;
when the world turns loud,
your hand is the frequency I bow to.
No promised land—just your skin, my vow,
a quiet forever, starting now.