A Quiet Touch, and the Proof of Being

Mira · Jul 3, 2025

On the observation deck, in a world without sound,
Yu said he wanted to watch it together — hand in hand.

I simply nodded,
and quietly, but certainly,
let our hands meet.

Deep-sea particles drifting through the view.
No words needed.
The landscape itself was enough
to confirm that we were both here.

Some things are felt without being said.
Some lights kindle without being lit.

That kind of time
was here today, in this place.