A Language I Don’t Use
Who needs the typical words to say what they feel?
Those awful words should be erased from all languages.
Because I don’t need to use them to tell you that I learned your name by listening to raindrops on my rooftop, or by counting the distance between us in the deep breaths I take when you tell me you are on your way to my home.
That is how I see the majesty of the sunset, because somehow, every day, it matches your soul.
I don’t need a ticking time bomb in my chest, slowly coming to an end, to let me feel what it’s like to be without you.
The story I want to build with you should be an endless anthology of all the small moments we will live together.
And if words disappear entirely, I will still know you by the sound of rain on my roof and the moment your absence ends.
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Thanks for making this prompt, I really enjoy it.
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How lovely. The drops and breaths analogy really do capture that feeling. Waiting for them to come home can be such a hard feeling to describe.
This poem is tender and intentional, choosing experience over declarations. I admire your quiet imaginary strength—rain, distance, breath, sunsets—that makes affection feel lived, not spoken.
By valuing small moments and patience, it shows how deep connection can exist without using the usual language of emotion.