I met you in a season of fleeting light,
a name, a voice, a presence so slight.
Yet somehow you managed to settle deep in my chest,
a quiet storm, a restless quest.
You love the numbers, the logic, the sky,
I traced my thoughts in verses, asking why.
Opposites bound in an unseen thread,
a tether of words we never said.
Twice I left, afraid to stay,
twice you found your way, my way.
Not chasing, not pleading, just standing near,
like a whisper caught between want and fear.
And now the silence stretches wide,
oceans apart, yet side by side.
Your name still lingers, a ghost in the air,
a love unspoken, yet always there.
And though I wait with quiet ache,
I know the path I cannot take.
Yet if the universe speaks in signs,
then let me live between the lines.
For in the space where longing grows,
possibly, in time, the answer shows.