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THROUGH YOUR SILENCE

By Vera Von Monika

Your hand passed close to mine,
and the world tilted,
a tremor of warmth in the hollow of night.

Raindrops clung to the windowpane,
mirroring the rhythm of my pulse.
I traced the space you left behind,
each shadow a map of what I cannot hold.

Every laugh of yours cut through the dark,
a fragile blade of light.
I wanted to fold my breath into yours,
to remain in the pull of your presence,
but the night drew me away
like tides against the shore.

I wandered streets drenched in neon sorrow,
each passing shadow echoing your steps,
every face a fleeting reflection of you.

Your voice echoing in the air,
a melody suspended between heartbeats.
I listened for it in passing cars,
in the sigh of wind through empty doors,
in the pause of streetlights
before surrendering to darkness.

I remember the gravity of your gaze,
the quiet fire that lingered on your lips,
the delicate fracture of your hands
that I longed to cradle,
even as distance carved its hollow between us.

Time folded slowly,
moments spiraling back on themselves
like pages in a book we never finished.
I wrote your name on fogged glass,
tracing it with trembling fingers,
watching as rain erased each word
before it could reach you.

Even as stars surrendered
to the first light of dawn,
I carried you in secret,
folding the remnants of your presence
into every stolen heartbeat,
each breath trembling
between memory and longing.

Though the world moved on,
lights flickering past my waiting eyes,
I traced you in invisible ink,
soft, sharp, unreachable,
beautifully, achingly yours.

And when shadows finally merge with sunlight,
I remain in the space you left,
a quiet witness to your absence,
the echo of a love
that refuses to vanish,
that refuses to be claimed,
that remains
between us,
alive in your silence.

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