When Your Eyes Spoke First

Before your voice ever reached my name

your eyes had already spoken.

A spark leapt across the air

and everything around us softened.

The world slowed its restless spin

as if waiting for us to breathe together.

I forgot the noise of ordinary days

and learned the rhythm of your silence.

You smiled, and time folded itself

into a secret place between heartbeats.

Every glance became a promise

too delicate for sound to hold.

Even now, when distance hums

like rain against forgotten windows,

I can still hear what your eyes said first

and it feels like coming home.