In the language of your eyes



Poem:

I searched your lips for answers,

but they always lied with a smile.

It was your eyes —

those quiet oceans —

that told me the storm was real.

I kept smiling,

but my tears spoke something else.

You spoke without speaking,

and I heard every word,

in the hush between your blinking,

in the tremble before your tears.

You looked at me like I was

a place you once lived in —

familiar, distant, aching.

I read every page you never wrote,

between those lashes,

in glances you tried to hide.

Your silence screamed louder

than your words ever could.

You never said you loved me,

but I found it —

buried in the language of your eyes.

Stop it, Arif... what would I even say that she’d understand?

She’s so far from me —

how do I explain in the language of eyes?