“Where Ease Meets Intention”

There’s a pause

between caution and hope,

where hearts speak in glances

and laughter feels like trust.

I stand there,

between what’s familiar

and what quietly calls,

watching him fold into my world

like he’s always known

its rhythm.

He doesn’t rush.

Doesn’t tug at the threads of my walls—

just stands at the edge,

hands in pockets,

letting silence speak

where words would stumble.

The air shifts

in stairwells and shared breaks—

time, suddenly elastic,

stretching to hold

conversations about nothing

and everything.

Even the lift conspires,

four walls folding us into stillness,

the distance between us

almost an afterthought.

Neither moves,

as if stepping closer

might rewrite the moment

into something we can’t untangle.

And I wonder—

is this love,

infatuation,

or simply the peace

that comes from not needing

to name something

to know it’s real?

For now,

I’ll let it unfold

like poetry without punctuation—

soft, untamed,

written only by the moments

we choose to keep.

Signed

Nkosiyazi Biyela