The room had gone dark
the way silence goes dark
when even the walls begin to listen.
Rain kept speaking against the window.
And I was there, alone as usual, sitting by the glass with your face drawn on the window--
not shaded, not finished,
just a simple line of longing.
Then lightning came.
And for one impossible second
the whole window filled with light
as if the night itself
had remembered your name.
Your face did not look drawn anymore.
It looked complete. Alive. Natural.
As if the sky had stepped in
to finish what my hand began.
And your eyes—your eyes were the first thing
the light touched. They filled the room
without entering it. They arrived
without coming near.
I had never understood
how beautiful a moment could be
until darkness, rain,
and one brief white fire made your presence
visible on a window. Then it was gone.
And the room fell back into itself.
But something remained-
not the light,not the storm,
only the feeling that for one breath
the universe had paused to let me see you
through borrowed lightning.
I wanted to hold that light.
Not to keep the storm.Only to see your eyes
the way nature sees them without effort,without shade, without asking anything to stay.
But lightning does not stay.It only reveals.
And maybe that is why ,it feels like love.
.......!!!
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
The room had gone dark
the way silence goes dark
when even the walls begin to listen.
Rain kept speaking against the window.
And I was there, alone as usual, sitting by the glass with your face drawn on the window--
not shaded, not finished,
just a simple line of longing.
Then lightning came.
And for one impossible second
the whole window filled with light
as if the night itself
had remembered your name.
Your face did not look drawn anymore.
It looked complete. Alive. Natural.
As if the sky had stepped in
to finish what my hand began.
And your eyes—your eyes were the first thing
the light touched. They filled the room
without entering it. They arrived
without coming near.
I had never understood
how beautiful a moment could be
until darkness, rain,
and one brief white fire made your presence
visible on a window. Then it was gone.
And the room fell back into itself.
But something remained-
not the light,not the storm,
only the feeling that for one breath
the universe had paused to let me see you
through borrowed lightning.
I wanted to hold that light.
Not to keep the storm.Only to see your eyes
the way nature sees them without effort,without shade, without asking anything to stay.
But lightning does not stay.It only reveals.
And maybe that is why ,it feels like love.
.......!!!
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