We talk in bursts that come and go,
like passing winds we never hold,
a line of words, a fleeting spark,
that fades before it leaves a mark
You drift back in without a sound,
as if no time was lost or found,
and I play along like nothing’s changed,
though something quiet feels rearranged
An ease in how the moments flow,
in things we say but never show,
a balance kept, a careful pace,
a step away from deeper space
Because I know what could be there,
in softer words, in longer stare,
in paths we never choose to take,
in lines we never let ourselves break
So I hold back where I could lean,
stay in the space that’s in between,
where nothing’s claimed and nothing’s said,
and all the weight stays lightly spread
We laugh, we drift, we come, we go,
just enough warmth, not quite a glow,
a quiet rule we never speak
we stay right here, in space we keep
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 12:18 PM UTC
We talk in bursts that come and go,
like passing winds we never hold,
a line of words, a fleeting spark,
that fades before it leaves a mark
You drift back in without a sound,
as if no time was lost or found,
and I play along like nothing’s changed,
though something quiet feels rearranged
An ease in how the moments flow,
in things we say but never show,
a balance kept, a careful pace,
a step away from deeper space
Because I know what could be there,
in softer words, in longer stare,
in paths we never choose to take,
in lines we never let ourselves break
So I hold back where I could lean,
stay in the space that’s in between,
where nothing’s claimed and nothing’s said,
and all the weight stays lightly spread
We laugh, we drift, we come, we go,
just enough warmth, not quite a glow,
a quiet rule we never speak
we stay right here, in space we keep
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