It started like the quiet hush

That lingers after rain—

A glance, a smile, a heartbeat rush,

A whisper carved from pain.

You laughed, and I believed it meant

You heard me through the noise.

A moment felt like something sent—

A secret shared, not ploys.

I traced your words like poetry,

I read between each line,

Convinced your gaze was meant for me,

Our rhythms meant to rhyme.

I showed up where your shadow fell,

I mirrored what you dreamed,

But every time I tried to dwell,

You vanished—like a gleam.

You touched the world in golden tones,

And I, a shade behind,

Was just the wind on silent stones—

No echo, out of mind.

And now the crush, once soft and warm,

Turns brittle in the sun.

A bloom that dies before the storm,

Unheld by anyone.

So once again, I face the truth

That no one ever sees

The quiet soul, the silent youth,

Who waits beneath the trees.