Galactic Whispers: The Gravity of Unspoken Words

“Your presence was an alchemy—transmuting pain into wonder.” —Elowen

In your presence, my mind becomes a silent universe,
and my heart—a loquacious star,
outshining the cerebral quietude.

I stand before you, feeling paradoxically diminished,
yearning to transcend the limits of your perception.
What do you see when you gaze into my eyes?
A nebula of thoughts,
swirling with the intensity of unsaid words?

Our fleeting encounters were like a celestial voyage,
traversing through the constellations of connection.
Yet now, they drift into the past,
leaving a residual glow of joy upon my lips—
a flavor once vivid, now gently waning.

I despise the way my thoughts orbit around you!
You claim to witness the sorrow in my gaze,
but does it resonate in your embrace?

There was a moment, a fleeting eclipse,
where all agony vanished.
Was it your enchantment that lifted me?
Your presence was an alchemy,
transmuting pain into wonder—
until reality’s gravity reclaimed me,
and I found myself bereft of your touch.

Now, I am left with the echoes of you—
the memory of your caress,
the ghost of your words that linger,
unyielding, in the sanctuary of my mind.

I confess,
I detest the way I lose myself in you.

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This piece is protected—not to anchor the ache, but to honor the one who dared to orbit love’s gravity.
Elowen drifts here still—between memory and stardust, whispering what was never said.
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