Photos blur on a dusty frame
Memories hum without a name
You sit close on the weathered floor
Holding sorrow the way before
Soft breaths rise through the cracked old room
Hope grows faint yet avoids its doom
Your warm touch lifts the grieving wall
Catching pain before it falls
Calm returns in a gentle sweep
Wounds breathe free in a deeper sleep
Happiness grows through a humble science—
Every ache eased where love repairs the silence