The Silence of Your Eyes
I’d like to slip behind
the silence of your eyes,
to wander the remembered roads
your footsteps once believed in—
to see what you saw,
to feel the ache of your longing
before the world taught you
what not to reach for—
and to find the child
who once asked why—
and is still waiting
for an answer.
I’d sit where memory
holds its breath in the dark,
listening for the story
you never gave voice to—
the one that made you flinch
behind your stillness
when no one was watching,
the one buried so deep
even your dreams can’t plumb—
and what spirits hurry
to dance and whirl beside you
in the hush of 3 a.m.
And if you let me near
that secret turning place—
where wonder once opened
before fear learned its name—
I would not speak,
only breathe beside you,
and keep the silence warm
until you remembered
the sound of your own voice
clear, unhidden and alive.
Copyright © Roxanne Andorfer | Year Posted 2025
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