What speaks is not and what unspoken is never not spoken.

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**Four Letters, One Life**
*�" Jessy Jacob ❤️*

I never knew
If your face was old or young.
It was never your looks
That spoke to me �"
It was your voice.

I don’t know why
People see you as adult
They only understand
After you begin to speak.
Because it is you �"
Not your years �"
That decides what others feel.

Many said many things,
But my heart said only one:
*You are good.*

And even when you stood beside me,
So close,
I could not speak.
What was that silence
Standing between us?
Why did words fail
When feelings were so loud?

Still �"
Your eyes spoke to me.
Your presence brushed against mine.
Your nearness
Was louder than any sentence.

It was beautiful �"
One office,
One project,
One aisle.
So near…
Yet I felt unlucky
That we never even breathed
The same air long enough
To remember its scent.

Talking should have been easy.
It once was.
But somehow
Life slipped from our hands,
And in that small gap
Others entered �"
Quietly,
Stealing what was ours.

Was it my foolishness?
Or your mischief?
Whatever it was,
We were taken by other hands.

Yet what binds us
Was not stolen.

Love.
Four simple letters.
A word the world lives with.
A word I drowned in �"
Across all four yugas of time,
Across lifetimes of waiting.

Now my heart says,
Enough wandering.
Let us begin �"
Our life on four wheels,
With one bedroom,
One roof,
One world.

I am not so far
That I cannot be reached.
I am not an impossible destiny
Beyond your hands.

Let us just hold hands �"
And walk into our home,
The one built by our parents,
The one I already see
Clearly in my eyes.

And this time,
Let no silence
Steal us again. ❤️