It began with one small message,
a hesitant "hi" I sent.
Didn't plan it, didn't mean it,
but maybe it was meant.
Weeks of silence wrapped my chest,
I swore i'd let you go,
yet somehow, my trembling fingers
still searched for your name to show.
Then came your quiet answer,
as if you'd known i'd call,
a single line, so simple,
yet my heart began to fall.
You spoke the way you used to,
calm, gentle, sincere,
and in your every word 8 heard
the voice i longed to hear.
We talked of skies and mornings,
of rain and fleeting time,
pretending we were only friends,
but every word still.