In silence, I sit — where no voices call,
Alone with my thoughts, behind an unseen wall.
Emotions unspoken, heavy as stone,
Yet within this stillness, I’m never quite alone.
For when the heart breaks, the soul starts to write,
In the language of shadows, in the hush of the night.
Unreturned love — a ghost passing through,
Yet it paints my world in a deeper hue.

It teaches me how to see with closed eyes,
To find hidden truths beneath all goodbyes.
To hold fleeting chances with gentler hands,
To stand where I fall, to rise where I stand.

So call it sorrow, or name it art —
This ache that awakens the sleeping heart.
For though love fled and never turned back,
It left behind verses I never knew I had.