I know your voice,
not just how it sounds,
but how it lingers when everything else goes quiet.

We shared no footsteps in the same place,
but for a moment,
you filled a silence I didn’t know I was carrying.

There were words I never said,
questions I never dared to ask.
Too many pauses,
too many things left unfinished.

I tried
more than I ever said.
But the silence grew heavier,
and I stopped fighting
for something that never seemed to reach back.

This feeling…
it was never loud.
Just honest.
Just quiet.
Just mine.

And maybe
that’s where it ends.