There is a silence winter keeps for itself—
a hush that falls so gently
you almost believe the world has stopped breathing.
We stood inside that stillness,
snow drifting around us like a secret,
and for a moment
nothing existed except the space between us.
Not the past.
Not the hurt.
Not the hesitation we both pretended we didn’t carry.
Only the quiet.
Only the cold settling on our skin.
Only the way he looked at me
like he could hear every thought I’d tried to bury.
There are moments that rearrange you—
softly, quietly, completely.
This was one of mine.
Reading Trauma Mama: Velvet & Taboo 