The Space Between Heartbeats

The Space Between Heartbeats

There is a place where love does not speak,

it lives between one heartbeat and the next.

Not loud or desperate for attention,

just present, like air that keeps me here.

I feel it when nothing special happens,

when the room is quiet and ordinary.

Love shows itself in staying still,

in choosing not to disappear.

It knows my flaws and does not flinch,

does not rewrite me into something neat.

It holds the parts I tried to hide,

and treats them like they always belonged.

If love ever leaves, it will be gently,

without breaking the bones of who I am.

Until then, it breathes alongside me,

steady, patient, and deeply true.