Part 1

I never said your name, but I think you knew from the way I wrote, how it always led to you. From the poems on my story that I played off as nothing, to the way I stayed quiet, when it started meaning something. You love 13.9.14.4.5.18 - 16.1.19 I don’t think I ever missed that, every small thing you said I kept it, I meant that. We had those calls, where everything would flow, no thinking, no forcing, just letting it go. And even if words fell short, and moments slipped like sand, my heart kept its silent court, always waiting where you stand