Unspoken feelings

When one door closes, 

sometimes it slams.

Leaves a bruise i wasn't ready for.

Leaves me staring at my own hands, 

wondering what i was holding -

and why it wasn't enough to stay.

But endings are sly, 

they rarely show their second half.

Because when one goes - 

another comes.

A softer voice.

A moment that reminds me that, 

I am still capable of laughing, 

without flinching.

When love leaves - 

let it.

When the trail ends -

rest.

Because when one goes, 

another always comes.

If only i stay open, 

long enough, 

to let it in.

You came, 

We lived in the almost - 

a space too warm to be strangers,

too cold to be love.

But i stayed there.

Whatever this is, 

it feels like moonlight in motion -

quiet, 

golden, 

unspoken.

There are no titles here, 

no timelines, 

no answers.

Just they way your eyes find mine - 

in a crowded room, 

and everything else fades.

We meet in moments - 

stolen, 

sacred, 

suspended in something softer than reality.

And still, it is enough.

I don't need forever.

I just need this - 

your laugh at night, 

your hands around me tight, 

the silence between us, just body movements, 

that somehow always speaks.

Whatever this is, 

I want to stay in it, 

a little longer.