Let Me Be Your Calm
[September 2025]

 When the world gets loud
And people forget how to use their inside voices
When your to-do list mutates into a small novella,
And even your coffee seems to judge you...

Let me be your calm.
(And maybe also your second coffee.)

Let me be the hand
That doesn't just hold, but steadie
Unless you're about to trip over a cat,
In which case, I’ll also be the one saying “told you so”
While catching you mid-flail.

You don’t need to roar
To prove you're strong.
Your strength is quieter than thunder
More like that determined sigh you make
Before fixing everything… again.

Let me be the breath that slows yours.
The forehead kiss when the day’s been a bit of a bastard.
The voice that says,
“Hey. No rush. We’re in this together.”

Let me be the couch blanket
When you need to melt,
The soup when you’re sick,
The guy who keeps loving you
Even when you're wearing socks with holes
And calling it "fashion."

Let me be the still warmth in your midnight.
The rhythm in your ribcage
That hums:
“I see you.
All of you.
And I’m not going anywhere.”

So rest.
Be held.
Be exactly as you are.
Because that’s already perfect to me.

Always yours. Always your safe place.