I turned the key and stepped inside
Your slippers sat there, side by side
No message sent, no plans discussed
But somehow that just screamed “it’s us”
Your slippers were by my front door
Like something quiet wanting more
You didn’t knock, you didn’t call
But I felt everything, that small
You brewed the tea, I found the mugs
And filled the space with tiny hugs
No red bouquet, no staged parade
Just cotton shoes and comfort made
You show up soft, and every trace
Turns houses into holding space