The Way She Held My Silence

Sole meets Harlem in a moment soft enough to forget, yet deep enough to remember forever.
What begins as a quiet pull becomes a rhythm neither woman can step out of
a breath shared, a glance held too long, a feeling that arrives before they can name it.
But one fragile moment unravels their closeness, leaving distance where tenderness once lived.
Still, the air between them hums with what could be two hearts orbiting the edge of something beautiful, waiting for courage to close the space.