𝕆𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥

𝕷𝖆𝖙𝖊 ℕ𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌

In the dance of time, a moment's embrace,

He, simply being him, in life's vast space.

For him, perhaps routine, a casual rhyme,

Yet for her, the first, a paradigm.

Unaware, he painted colors bright,

Splashes of belonging in the quiet night.

But as the moon wanes, shadows cast,

She discovered echoes from the past.

He, oblivious, just living true,

For her, a revelation, a sky so blue.

Yet words unspoken, hung in the air,

A silent plea, a longing stare.

Ignoring calls, a self-imposed retreat,

She discovers silence isn't sweet.

A void, a yearning, an empty frame,

His essence lingers, a lingering flame.

How to utter words when he'll never know,

The depth of feelings that continue to grow?

She calls him back, after the silence rings,

A heart's confession, in subtle things.

"I thought it was simple, just being you,

But for me, it was a world brand new.

Maybe it's nothing, just a passing breeze,

Yet in my heart, it rustles the trees.

You were just you, and I, I fell,

Into a spell, a story to tell.

Ignoring calls was a feeble try,

For in your absence, I learned to fly.

These words may dance on unfamiliar ears,

Yet in my soul, they echo, my fears.

So here I am, breaking the game,

Hoping you'll hear, not just my name."