My Heart, Unfolded in Silence - POEM

My Heart, Unfolded in Silence

I write to you not with ink

but with the trembling weight of all I could never say aloud.

There is a voice inside me,

raw and quiet,

that calls for you

in the hours when even the moon refuses to look at me.

You are not here—

and yet, your absence breathes beside me

like an echo that remembers the original sound.

I reach for you in thought,

in the stillness between seconds,

in the soft ache of mornings

where I wake up missing something I never truly held.

There are things I wanted to share—

not stories,

but moments:

the way the sun touched my hands today

and made me wish they were touching your face.

The way the wind whispered through the trees

as if it, too, knew your name.

I carry you in my chest

like a letter never sent,

creased at the edges from being read too many times

by a soul that refuses to forget.

And even if the world forgets you

I will not.

Even if time moves forward

my heart still waits.

Because some people arrive

and never leave.

They simply rearrange the furniture in your soul

and call it home.

This is not a goodbye.

It is a keeping.

A soft place inside me

where you will always belong.