Most speak to fill the air,
but you… you leave the silence there.
You let my words find their own ground,
and in your eyes, I feel unbound.
It’s not the phrases that we trade,
but how the walls between us fade.
No need for masks, no need for show,
your listening tells me you already know.
In a world that shouts to be believed,
you hear the truths I’ve never grieved.
And in that space, so calm, so wide,
I find my voice. I find my guide.
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