The Stillness

Sometimes the words you want to hear never come.

Never spoken, never shaped,

perhaps never even thought of.

Sometimes you’re left there,

wondering if silence is an answer

or simply an absence.

Yet, in the stillness of that silence,

the wind brushes past your shoulder.

It lingers, almost intentional—

a whisper softer than breath,

a reminder you are not unseen.

It is like a welcoming embrace,

subtle, fleeting, yet sure.

A language older than speech,

woven into the air itself.

And in that moment,

you begin to wonder -

perhaps not all words

need to be spoken

to be heard.