𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 !

 

She told me once, with trembling grace,
“There’ll come a time I can’t keep pace,
My voice may fade, my light may dim,
But in the quiet, think of him.”

And now that time has come to pass,
She lies behind cold sheets of glass.
ICU walls, machines that hum,
And I am numb. And I am numb.

Four months of fight carved through her skin,
While I held on through thick and thin.
She warned me once, and now I see,
The silence isn't empty. It’s her and me.

She said: “When I can speak again,
I’ll flood your world like summer rain.”
But now her lips are still and tight,
And I’m just chasing ghosts at night.

I ache for her in every breath,
Afraid of time, afraid of death.
I don't know if she’s slipping through,
But every moment feels so blue.

I miss her laugh, her stubborn fire,
The way she'd burn with soft desire,
To live, to love, to talk to me,
As if our bond could set her free.

Now all I want is just to know,
One sign, one spark, before she goes.
But if she must go where I can't be,
Let her carry this piece of me:

My aching soul, my whispered prayers,
The vows we dreamed, the love we shared.
And if her silence takes the stage,
I’ll wait. I’ll wait beyond the cage.

Because love like this can’t end in pain.
She will come back. She’ll speak again.
In wind, in dreams, in skies that burn,
And tell me, “Wait. I will return.”