their hands lingered on a single word not coincidence a shared heartbeat✍🏼

When I heard him first, it wasn’t words, but the weight between them. A quiet thunder soft enough to tremble me. His voice a place I somehow knew.✍🏼🫶🏽

In his arms while the raindrops fall, The world fades out, I feel it all. Laughter spills where silence grew, Skies may weep, but hearts are true. Each step a spark, each twirl a flame, Dancing in rain, love spoke my name.✍🏼

#SongOfTheDay Taj Mahal - Catfish Blues youtu.be/SPqEMLgKVr4?si… 📸Web

Well said.

*The human voice is different from other sounds. It can be heard over noises that bury everything else. Even when it's not shouting. Even when it's just a whisper. Even the lowest whisper can be heard - over armies... when it's telling the truth.* *The Interpreter*

And some souls endure, lit by the vow that time could not erase.✍🏼

I walk through the ruins your fire left behind, Each look from you cuts deeper than the last. Your eyes hold storms I never learned to read, But still, I stood there, hoping you’d see me. Even broken, I reach for your flame, Wanting the pain if it means it was real.✍🏼

The wind, a wraith from time’s unquiet shore, Scatters mist like memory across the light. Their quarrels echo through the salt-scarred hush, Breaking the poise of an unborn peace. Even the sea holds its breath to listen, As pride outshouts what love once tried to mend.✍🏼

Her voice, a lighthouse through the darkened tide, Guides my soul where silence dares to creep. In every whispered word, I find my home, A refuge carved from echoes of her breath. Not just sound but life that lingers on, A melody that heals what time can’t keep.✍🏼

True words fall lost where ears only wait, For voices loud, not hearts that relate.✍🏼

Silent echoes carve the morning light.

Genuine light outshines all borrowed shadows.✍🏼

Real bonds are forged in whispers, not screams.

I cherish kindness, but respect fades when trust breaks.😊

Dawn awakens softly as time fades.✍🏼

If I’m still here it’s because your words echo louder than the silence. Whether it means much or not, your writing still holds a pulse and I’m alive in every line.✍🏼

We mark the hours with cake and clinking glasses, as if sweetness could soften the drift. The music hums louder than memory, but silence sits between the verses. We sail on celebrating the inevitable with borrowed light.✍🏼

I poured My silence And He echoed My ache It blossomed Into A poem♥️✍🏼

A #strait between his heart and mine is lined with dandelions, each wish holding us together— fragile threads of longing. But it’s only a dream I see with open eyes. #vss365