Rumours have it
you walk through rooms without speaking
and still leave hearts burning behind.

They say your silence
is louder than thunder,
that your gaze unravels
even the strongest truths.

Whispers follow you-
not because you ask for them,
but because people are afraid
of what cannot be tamed.

They don't know the way your touch
undoes time,
or how your absence
feels like a locked door in a house
that once felt like home.

The guess at your story
but none of them know
how love sat beside you once,
and left without a name.

Rumours have it
you don't believe in forever anymore.
But I saw the way you looked at the sky-
as if it had once promised you something
and broke it.