You don’t even realize how loud your silence is.
How I can feel your mood
before you text it.
How I know when it’s “one of those days”
without you ever explaining.
You say you don’t know what’s wrong sometimes.
But I feel it.
Like static in the air.
Like pressure before a storm.
And somehow…
I’m still your calm.
That’s the part that gets me.
You push me away with frustration,
tell me don’t ask questions,
get distant when your mind get heavy
but when the world hit too hard
you still come lay your weight in my lap.
And I let you.
Not because I’m weak.
But because when it’s you…
it don’t feel like burden.
It feel like purpose.
You try to control what you can control.
And sometimes that’s me.
But even in that,
I see the little boy just trying not to drown.
And you see me too.
Even when you pretend you don’t.
You see how I soften when you get sharp.
How I hold back tears just to keep peace.
How I love you in ways that don’t make noise.
This ain’t loud love.
This that under the surface,
locked eyes across the room,
“we don’t gotta say it” type of love.
The kind where distance don’t mean disconnection.
Where even when I pull back to protect my heart,
the thread between us don’t snap.
You are not just somebody I like.
You feel… assigned.
Like God looked at both of us and said,
“Y’all gone teach each other something.”
And maybe we still learning.
Maybe timing still stretching us.
Maybe pride still wrestling us.
But when it’s quiet…
when it’s just energy…
when the world ain’t watching…
It’s us.
Not perfect.
Not polished.
But powerful.
Twin flame ain’t about running side by side.
Sometimes it’s about circling back.
Finding each other again.
Over and over.
And if I ever step back,
if I ever go softer,
if I ever create space
just know…
I’m not leaving the fire.
I’m just making sure
I don’t burn alone.
Ashley Monae 