She sat alone, beside the door
not asking much, not asking more.
She didn’t wait for steps to fall
but for a glance.
No cry. Just call.
. . .
She wasn’t silent out of fear,
nor lost for words that wouldn’t clear.
She simply held that hush so deep
your broken soul
could rest, could sleep.
. . .
When you were cruel, she did not shake.
When you were low, she’d bend, not break.
She breathed like grass, a quiet thing,
forgave it all, just with a blink.
. . .
You could have left.
Or screamed. Or lied.
Or tossed your anger off with pride.
She knew it all.
She didn’t plead.
She breathed, just breathed
like hope, like need.
. . .
And if you left and never came
past morning’s hush, beyond the flame
she still would sit…
no names, no cries…
and watch the night
as if
it shines.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 10:23 PM UTC
She sat alone, beside the door
not asking much, not asking more.
She didn’t wait for steps to fall
but for a glance.
No cry. Just call.
. . .
She wasn’t silent out of fear,
nor lost for words that wouldn’t clear.
She simply held that hush so deep
your broken soul
could rest, could sleep.
. . .
When you were cruel, she did not shake.
When you were low, she’d bend, not break.
She breathed like grass, a quiet thing,
forgave it all, just with a blink.
. . .
You could have left.
Or screamed. Or lied.
Or tossed your anger off with pride.
She knew it all.
She didn’t plead.
She breathed, just breathed
like hope, like need.
. . .
And if you left and never came
past morning’s hush, beyond the flame
she still would sit…
no names, no cries…
and watch the night
as if
it shines.
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