You and I— July

The sky opened up with color and thunder;

but all I could see was you.

Crowds cheered, kids pointed,

but in that moment,

the only thing I heard

was the quiet between us.

Your hand brushed mine,

like it had done it a thousand times before.

Familiar, yet new.

Comfort, with a spark.

The fireworks lit the sky

loud, wild, beautiful.

But none of them felt as steady

as your presence right beside me.

Every flash above us

felt like the world saying:

Start here. Begin again. You're safe now.

I wasn't thinking about the noise,

or the past,

or what tomorrow might bring.

Just you;

your calm,

your warmth,

your way of making everything else disappear.

It didn't feel like a holiday.

It felt like a vow.

Silent, unspoken,

but loud in its own way.

We didn't need fireworks

to feel the spark.

But still-

they lit the sky

the same way you've started lighting my world.

So let the night end.

Let the crowd go.

Let the noise fade.

We'll remember this:

how it felt to look up

and feel, maybe for the first time,

like we were both exactly

where we were meant to be.

naya.w