Echoes in Glacial Time

The city hummed a distant song, muted by the double-paned glass and the snow falling soft against it.
He’d found me in that quiet – a melody of shared silences and glances across crowded rooms. Now, here we were, bound not by grand gestures but by the small warmth of hands meeting over steaming cups.
Each snowflake felt like a tiny echo of memories yet to be made, layering upon each other, building something fragile and beautiful. A slow thaw within the winter of my heart. His eyes held that same gentle surrender – a willingness to melt into the quiet intimacy we’d found.
He didn't ask me to change, to become someone brighter or warmer. He simply offered me shelter in his gaze, a space where broken pieces could rest without needing repair.
And I realized, with a clarity that startled me, it wasn't the heat of passion I craved, but this slow-burning ember of understanding – a quiet flame to keep the darkness at bay.

Editor: Lyric