Poem. My safe place.

At my brother’s place,
the walls don’t echo —
they hold the hush
like a lullaby.
There’s a warmth in the silence
that speaks louder than noise —
a comfort wrapped
in stillness,
where I am never alone.
No need for words
to say I’m safe.
The quiet carries care,
the air is soft with peace.
Worries drift
like leaves on wind —
they fall away,
forgotten.
And in that space,
my heart remembers
what it feels like
to simply
be.

I miss him.