Growth Through Silence

A Poem by Koiel

No words, Much love

Growth through Silence

Though no words were exchanged, he saw that she loved him. And through the seconds and minutes that passed, it grew, and he felt it.

“Nobody has ever made me feel this way,” he’d say. And her response was silence.

She used to speak a lot. Always had something on her mind. She’d ramble on and on about meaningless things, yet he found interest in every conversation. Her eyes would light up when she got passionate, and he loved the warmth on her rosy cheeks that emitted like beams when she laughed. The red marks on her neck when she’d get stressed, the furrow of her brows when she was upset. The curvature of her body and the paleness of her skin in contrast to his, the mountains and valleys in her skin itself; he found it all beautiful.

She doesn’t say much anymore; only in his dreams does she truly speak.

“I wish you’d come back to me,” he’d say. And her response was silence.

Instead, another form of her would emerge and converse with him, forms he wasn’t so fond of. Though they all shared the same body, they did not share the same cognitive mindset. He humors them, catering to them to an extent, just hoping and praying that one day, the one he loves may come back out.

He’s imagined it many times. His beloved emerging from the darkness, his strong, dark arms wrapping around her slim, curved waist, and yanking her from the vile, wretched darkness from which she trapped herself. He’d never let her go back to it again. He’d never let her leave his sight again.

So he rested in wait. And though no words were exchanged, he knew that she loved him. And through the hours and months and years that passed, it grew, and he felt it.