Falling love again
It was never the loud moments,
but the ones worth retelling.
I fell for you in ordinary hours,
between lessons,
between glances I pretended not to mean,
between the seconds i told myself I was calm.
And there was the way your eyes undid me,
not suddenly, but slowly,
as though my composure
forgot its duty.
Your smile was dazzling,
like stars scattered across a cloudless night,
like fireworks in the dark,
but never too loud, just enough to sank into me.
Sometimes I spoke to you just as a friend,
my voice held steady.
But even in stillness,
I found myself leaning toward where you were.
There are things I never gave words to,
how my attention dissolved in your eyes,
how your absence unraveled my days,
leaving them tangled and hollow,
yet impossible to ignore.
You were not the first place my heart ever learned.
But if you were the last,
how gentle a fate that would be.
I have loved you without knowing you at all,
and still,
tell me, my love
how does one loosen what has already settled
into the soul?
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