You were the name I never said aloud,
The laughter behind my bedroom door.
High school halls and late-night rain,
Your eyes were home, though I wanted more.
You left before I could turn around,
Life moved faster than we knew.
I wrote your name in fading ink,
But growing up erased the view.
We met again when the frost had settled,
Not in spring, but in stillness and grey.
Words we swallowed, pain we borrowed,
All came back on that quiet day.
Was it fate, or just forgotten timing?
Was it love, or something we outgrew?
But when you smiled through the silence,
I knew the frost hadn’t taken you.
You were the warmth I kept behind walls,
Pretending I didn’t care at all.
I watched you grow from far away,
Too late, too proud, too afraid to fall.
Now we share the same four walls,
Mornings blurred with silent tea.
I reach for cups you touched too long,
And wish you’d reach again for me.
Sometimes love hides in the ordinary,
In mismatched mugs and late replies.
But frost can’t kill what bloomed in memory
It only waits for clearer skies.
So we met again in the hush of frost,
Not as strangers, but something true.
Not the fire of first confessions
But the ember I still saw in you.
And if this time, we move more slowly,
I’ll stay, no matter what we do.
Because love that lives through silence
Was never really through.
