I know the rhythm of passing feet
The dance of shadows as day meets night
The murmur of distant laughter
And the silence that follows, heavy and long
I could describe the hues that make the sunset
The exact position of each tiny sparkle of light in the sky
I've counted the breaths between moments
The sighs that escape unseen lips
I have traced the cracks in the pavement
Each line a story of what could have been
The bus stop, my stage, my solitude
A place where dreams dissolve in rain
Eyes that meet but never linger
Smiles exchanged, but never mine
The warmth I crave, the touch I miss
Lost in the crowd, yet so alone
I have memorized the colors of twilight
The way dusk wraps the world in a cloak
I know the chill of the night air
The comfort of the streetlamp's glow
For I am the silent observer
The one who waits, who watches
Who feels the ache of endless days
And wonders if love will ever come
A phantom in the rush of life
Invisible, yet always there
Hoping for a glance, a sign
But finding only empty air
I thought it would be hard
Watching, waiting
But the hardest part, I've come to see
Is the becoming of the gray
The fading into memory.
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Never Got To Say
PuisiThis is where silence transforms into poetry, where emotions find their home on paper. Immerse yourself in the world of unspoken confessions and let these words, too intimate to be voiced, touch your heart.
