In the silence between our names (Marcella Boccia)
In the silence between our names,
where the world forgets to breathe,
I hear you—
not in words, but in the space between,
where every heartbeat is a question,
and every breath an answer we never spoke.
We are echoes,
our souls caught in the pause of time,
your presence like the wind
that touches without touching,
soft and cold,
a shadow that lingers even in daylight.
I carry you like a dream
that slips away with the dawn,
but leaves its fragrance in my hands,
a scent that lingers on my skin
long after you have vanished
into the realm of forgotten moments.
Oh love, do you feel it too?
The weight of what was never said,
the space between us where nothing exists,
but everything is born and dies
in the quiet dance of longing?
In the silence between our names,
we are both lost and found—
woven together in a thread so fine
it cannot be touched,
only remembered.
