Since We Were Young

I heard the quiet breaking of your heart
soft as rain against a darkened room
I stood in the doorway (cracked slightly) asking only
if there was space enough for me to come in and talk
You said you were alright through falling tears
but pain had made your voice too small to hide
So, I sat with you in the tender moment
and let the storm spend itself inside
We spoke until the night grew comfortable
until your sorrow loosened little by little
And when I told you I had cared for years
it was not to claim you, only to be truthful
For love, if it is worthy of its name
does not rush a wounded heart along
It waits beside your heart with open hands
and whispers, "I have loved you since we were young"
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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August 23, 2026 at 8:50 PM
A tender, deeply compassionate prose poem that lets love speak through patience rather than possession. The quiet domestic imagery and storm metaphor carry the emotional movement beautifully, while the final line gives the piece a gentle, enduring ache.
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August 24, 2026 at 3:36 AM
Thanks for the wonderful critique Alison.......have a blessed day
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