language
We don't speak the same tongue,
but the air between us hums
with understanding.
It's in the way our eyes meet,
the way silence bends
to the shape of each other's heartbeats.
The words we don't say
fill the space between us,
more certain than any language.
More lasting than syllables
that can be misheard or forgotten.
We understand each other,
not in the way the world teaches us
but in the quiet truth of touch.
The unspoken rhythm
that flows between souls
without need for translation.
You don't need to say it for me to feel it -
your hand on mine
is a sentence that needs no punctuation.
The tilt of your head,
the slight shift of your breath
speaks in a way no words ever could.
A language older than any we've learned.
And maybe that's all that matters,
the knowing without speaking.
The way our hearts meet
in a place deeper than language
where every unspoken word
is already understood.
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