unspoken love

It’s in the quiet pull of you,
how your presence shifts the air,
subtle as a whisper,
steady as the tide.

Your love presses lightly,
a weight I never asked for,
but now it clings to me,
like the scent of rain on dry earth.

I feel it in your silences,
in the way your eyes catch mine,
not long enough to hold,
but enough to leave echoes.

You don’t have to say it.
I feel it in the space you leave behind,
in the warmth that lingers after you go.
Your love, unspoken,
moves like fire beneath my skin.