In the Reflection of Your Silence

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I thought I knew you-
your tears like quiet rivers,
your joys hidden in the hush of your smile,
the music trembling softly in your silence.
I believed I could read the sorrow
you carried behind your eyes,
secrets folded like night’s embrace,
a melody lost before dawn’s first light.

In the stillness of morning’s glow,
I searched for words you never spoke-
promises shattered, yet somehow intact,
reflections of fears I couldn’t reach,
a thousand uncried tears
glinting in a gaze both haunted and pure.

But beneath your calm exterior,
lay a story you refused to tell-
a battered, scarred heart,
a silent scream trapped within its shell.
I thought I knew you-
thought I touched the chambers
you kept hidden from the world.

How foolish I was-
for in your eyes, I found delight in my fragile love,
my ache, my devotion-
mere shadows passing in your storm.
Were you just another empty man,
a gentle liar shaped from cowardice-
those who spark love, knowing
they can never truly return it?

Now I see the shadows cast-
love’s fragile flame, flickering and frail,
a fleeting dream slipping through the night,
a lonely ship lost in life’s relentless gale.
So I stand here, with open hands,
knowing some loves are only rain-
falling softly on forgotten sands,
washing away the unspoken pain.

Yet still…
I’ll remember the fire that once burned
bright and fierce within the night,
a whisper shaped by the wind’s soft will,
a memory that lingers, never truly gone.

For even after everything-
the lies, the silence, the leaving-
the mind remember the pain.

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