The Unspoken Truth Poem by Lenisha Rangsa

I feel it in the quiet spaces,
Where words hang still between us,
Like secrets too heavy for the air,
Yet lighter than the trust we share.

Every glance, a whispered question,
His eyes speaking things unspoken,
I see the flicker, the truth we both hide—
The spark between us, burning wide.

His smile, so shy, so soft, so sweet,
An echo of what we both could meet,
But in the silence, fear takes hold,
Of risking friendship, of being bold.

But we know each other, deeper still,
The little things that give me chills—
The way he remembers what I love,
How he knows my dreams, my hopes, my fears,
The way he listens when I speak,
Like every word from me is rare, unique.

I find it in the way he looks at me,
Like he can see the truth, so clearly—
The way he knows when I need space,
But can still make me feel his embrace.

I fall for him in these small ways,
In the kindness of his quiet gaze,
The things he does when no one's there—
The unspoken bond we both still share.

It's in the details, the little things—
The way he cares without saying a thing,
The way he listens, truly hears,
The way he calms all of my fears.

We acknowledge each other in these silent clues,
A smile, a touch, the things we choose
To share with no words, yet it's clear—
In every small act, we hold each other near.

But the fear, the doubt, it still remains—
What if we lose what we've gained?
I fear the line we dare not cross—
Would love be worth the friendship's loss?

Still, the tension lingers, thick and true,
As we both wait, as we both pursue
The unspoken, the unseen, the what could be,
Not daring to let our hearts run free.

And yet, in every look, in every smile,
I feel it grow stronger, by miles—
A love that's there, but veiled in fear,
The suspense between us, drawing near.

But in his eyes, I see it too—
The same longing, the same truth—
We both know, deep down inside,
That love is waiting on the other side.