Warmth

No more hustle, my love, we’ve made it.
We have been through the worst, and have each other’s backs.
Today, peace engulfs the turbulence we live through,
and you’re here with me, and me with you.
This is called love, my friend, in happiness and in strength,
let us take a moment to realise how far we’ve come.
No more running, my love —
only cycling, oxygen, and greens;
only cold, fire, and blanket;
only fish, chips, and tea;
warmth.
No more pains, my love, no crying.
We’ve made it into each others’ arms.
Today, only kisses, hugs, and silence.