We Kept Each Other

The forest closes in, quiet and watchful. Cold gathers in the sleeves, in the breath, in the small spaces where courage learns to live early. He doesn’t hold the cat for comfort alone— it’s a pact, wordless and firm, made between two beings who understand what it means to be small in a large world. Nothing heroic. Nothing fragile. Just the simple, unspoken truth: sometimes survival looks like holding on, and not letting go.