In the Reflection of Your Silence

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.