A love that listens

You don’t reply, but I still speak—

In morning light and evening creaks.

There’s comfort in the space you filled,

A silence that no noise can kill,

A hush where love is soft and still.

I whisper when the coffee brews,

When skies return to shades of blue.

It’s not a voice that seeks reply,

Just something warm I can’t deny—

The need to love and not ask why.

You used to hold each word I gave,

Now air and memory behave

Like they were made to carry sound—

And though you’re nowhere to be found,

I feel you when I’m most unwound.

This isn’t begging, not regret.

It’s deeper than the things I fret.

It’s how the heart still bends to you,

How every rhythm that feels true

Still echoes all that we once knew.

So even if you never hear,

Know that I’m speaking, soft and clear.

For love that listens doesn’t end—

It bends with time, it learns to mend,

And speaks until the very end.