There’s a stillness in you
that quiets the noise,
like the world exhales
when you’re around.
You speak
in calm, steady ways—
not loud, not seeking attention,
but the kind of presence
that stays with people
long after they go.
You’ve always been that—
not just someone from the past,
but someone
who’s never really left.
Some names don’t fade with time.
Some people
just take up quiet space
in the heart,
and stay there—
unchanged,
unchallenged,
undone by distance.
I don’t know what paths
life will write next,
but I do know this:
there are places in me
you will always belong to—
without needing to ask,
without needing to try.
That kind of bond
doesn’t disappear.
It just becomes
part of the foundation
you carry with you,
even in silence.
But here’s the truth,
It was all a
Lie