Human Walk

I had known this different kind of love once, long ago, but I didn’t know how to see it then. Only when you arrived , I learned how to appreciate it.

You changed me quietly, making me rise, making me angry, made me walk when I thought I was already still.

I knew the names of your friends, not the ones we greeted, yet we smiled anyway, as if the smile itself was enough language.

From you I learned to value silence, and a bark that was never loud, a low, constant tone, that created rhythm without asking for attention.

You didn’t compete with the noise of life, you made everything else sound clearer. Your tone became a song, when mixed with the other tones of my life.

A color I no longer see, and that’s the strange part: knowing there was a color I can’t see anymore, yet the one that made the painting whole.

You changed me, and now I don’t quite know, how to be who I was, before you.

You became my best friend. Your eyes spoke without words, telling me simply: human, walk. I know..., but it hurts.