I know you-
not just your name,
but the rhythm of your silence,
the weight of your gaze
when words fall short.

You know me-
not merely my face,
but the tremble in my voice
when I'm on the verge
of saying too much.

We know each other-
in the quiet recognition
that needs no explanation,
in the shared memories
we never had to speak aloud.

In the spaces between our conversations,
in the pauses filled with understanding,
we exist-
not as strangers,
but as reflections
of a bond unspoken.