Zephyr of thee

The Words I Never Said

Intro

Not all love is shared.
Some of it lives quietly — behind glances,
beneath words never spoken,
and in the spaces between what we wanted to say
and what we actually did.
This is for the love that stayed silent.

I loved you
in the pauses—
in the air between our words,
where my silence built a home
just for you.

In the glance I held
half a second too long.
In the way I always left
my sentences unfinished,
as if finishing them
would say too much.

You never noticed—
or maybe you did,
but kindness kept you silent.
That was always your way.
Soft edges.
Open doors.
A kind of presence
that never asked
to be worshipped,
but was.

I memorized your laugh
like a prayer,
held it like breath underwater—
quietly,
as if naming it aloud
would break the spell.
And maybe it would’ve.
Maybe it had to stay quiet
to stay whole.

Some loves don’t need to be spoken.
They bloom in stillness,
in restraint.
They survive untouched
because touch would ruin them—
turn something sacred
into something real.

You were
the almost
I never reached for.
The future
I folded into the past
before it had a chance
to unfold.

And yet,
you changed me.
Even silence, when it’s full of love,
leaves something behind.

Even now,
when I think of love,
I don’t think of fire.
I think of you—
the quiet you,
the constant you—
and how I loved you
without needing to be loved back.

Outro
Not all love is a story.
Some of it is a secret
we carry our whole lives—
not because we were afraid,
but because
some silences
are sacred.

~khusshh