Would you hear me if I cried, my falling tears? Would they reach you across these quiet years? I speak to the dark, I speak to the sky, Asking the night if love passes by. If my letters ached, would you stay still, Let the silence carry my will? Every word bleeds softly in blue, Hoping the pain finds its way to you. I hold your name like a fragile flame, Afraid the wind might do the same. One breath closer, one step away, Love hesitates but refuses to stay mute. The clock leans tired against the wall, Time slows down when memories call. Your absence hums like a distant tune, A lonely star under a borrowed moon. I trace your shadow on empty air, Convincing myself that you are there. Even silence wears your face, Every quiet corner knows your grace. If longing spoke, it would say your name, Soft and slow, never the same. My heart writes letters my hands can’t send, Each one begging you to stay, not end. The night listens better than the day, It never interrupts what hearts say. I leave my fears on the edge of sleep, Where promises are easier to keep. Hold me close without a sound, Let love be felt, not found. Some feelings live only when unspoken, Whole because they are never broken. So if I cry, don’t turn away, Stay near enough to feel me sway. No need for words, no need to prove— Just hear my tears, and call it love
