The Other Side of Me He Never Saw

If I were to stand before you,

we would not speak.

Your eyes would find mine

as if remembering a story written long before our bodies learned our names.

And our arms…

they would know the way

before our minds could think.

We would meet in that slow, trembling place between ache and relief, between loss and return, between a breath held too long and a breath released at last.

I wish you knew I am real. 

Not a dream you once touched and feared to hold.

Not a voice drifting through screens.

Not a woman built of patience

and unshaken smiles.

I have broken, alone.

I have cried where no one sees, behind the strength that fools the world.

And I wish I wish you knew

how deeply your silence cuts.

I came from a lineage that gave away wealth, gave away crowns, gave away kingdoms

but never gave away the truth of love.

We kept that sacred. I keep that sacred still.

And if you understood me

as I understand you , your guilt would soften, your heart would cease its running,

and the child inside your man’s body would stop shaking long enough to know he is safe.

For I have held your unspoken fears, your restless nights,

your quiet sadness, your longing for mountains and morning light, and the silence that wraps your shoulders

when the world grows too loud.

If you stood before me truly before me there would be no words.

Just the knowing. Just the recognition. Just the meeting of two soulsthat have waited longer than this lifetime

to finally rest.

And maybe, in that long, trembling embrace, you would feel it the truth I have carried alone:

That the other side of me

is tender, breakable, human

and it has always belonged to you.

If he ever truly saw the other side of me, even his silence would remember me.

If he ever truly saw the other side of me, even his silence would remember me.