I met her in a room of unfamiliar sounds,
Where kanji danced and dreams were born.
She smile like a springtime soft and distant,
And I like a fool, hoped to be her warmth.
For a nine long months, i carried silence,
Each word a stone behind my tongue.
Then I let it out
A confession, not for love, but for clarity..for peace.
She didn’t feel the same.
And I told myself,
“Love doesn’t always echo.”
Still, the silence after her answer
was louder than any rejection.
So I laughed with friends,
wandered under city lights,
pretending the cracks weren’t there.
But when the journey ended,
they faded too,
like names on fogged glass.
I was left with lessons,
and a heart still waiting
to be seen, not just heard.
No,
I’ve never felt love
the way I gave it,
but I’ve felt enough
to write it in verses
and bleed it into meaning.
