A Conversation without Words
in the language no one teaches.
No mouths moving.
No sound breaking the air.
Just eyes
brave enough to speak what lips were too afraid to confess.
Across crowded rooms,
our glances found each other
like magnets remembering their purpose.
Blink.
Pause.
Hold.
That was a paragraph.
A tilt of the head
that was a question.
The slow inhale behind your eyes
that was an answer that changed everything.
We said Are you okay?
We said I see you.
We said I know you’re trying.
All without a single syllable leaving our bodies.
Our eyes held secrets
that would’ve collapsed under the weight of sound.
They carried history, hesitation, hunger
immeasurable conversations
compressed into seconds
that stretched like eternity.
In that silence,
we told the truth.
We spoke about longing without asking for permission.
We admitted fear without shame.
We confessed love without demanding a response.
Because some connections are too sacred
to be spoken aloud.
Our eyes touched first...
before hands ever expressed the longing for touch,
before language tried to interfere.
And in those stolen glances,
we built a world no one else could enter.
A world where being seen
was enough to survive the day.
So if you ever wonder
how two people can know each other deeply
without ever saying a word
Understand this...
Some conversations
don’t need sound.
Some souls
recognize each other
on sight.
And know I see and recognize you...with every given glance.
-tha Floetress 🦋
N.gray
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