I thought it was your voice.
The way your words found me.
The way meaning gathered
around what you said.
I thought hearing you,
learning you,
understanding you
was where this bond bloomed.
I was wrong.
It was the patience.
The way you asked
and waited.
The way you held
what I said.
What drew me to you
was never your voice.
It was your silence.
Where I was seen.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 8:10 PM UTC
I thought it was your voice.
The way your words found me.
The way meaning gathered
around what you said.
I thought hearing you,
learning you,
understanding you
was where this bond bloomed.
I was wrong.
It was the patience.
The way you asked
and waited.
The way you held
what I said.
What drew me to you
was never your voice.
It was your silence.
Where I was seen.