When Souls Speak

There are moments
when words fall away,
and only silence knows
what the heart is trying to say.

It happens in the still air
between two strangers smiles,
in the hush that lingers
after laughter fades.

We are made of stories,
stitched together by time,
by longing,
by the quiet hope
that someone will understand.

And maybe thats why
we reach for one another
through poetry, through touch,
through the simple act
of being seen.

The world rushes,
but souls do not hurry.
They recognize,
they listen,
they stay.

So if your heart hears this,
let it answer softly:
we are never truly apart.
Every voice that speaks in truth
becomes a bridge
and every bridge
leads home.