Golden Eyes, Hidden Cracks

Hold Close, Unsent

Some words never reach their intended ears but they free you when spoken. This is one of those. For anyone who’s ever felt too much, too soon, and had to hold it all in anyway.

From Me to You. You’ll never read it, but I’ll always feel it.

You had those golden eyes.

Like the color of autumn when the foliage starts to peek in,

Hints of yellow and burnt orange,

fire held in your gaze.

It lit something in me.

You ignited me.

And that scared me.

Because it didn’t just feel good.

It felt real.

We both held back.

But little moments slipped through the cracks.

A laugh that didn’t need a reason.

A glance that lasted too long.

Upside down kisses in silence.

Like our bodies remembered each other while our minds still hesitated.

I took off my makeup.

You took off your mask.

Not completely.

But just enough to see what we both crave…

and both fear.

You caught me slipping too.

Said things I wasn’t ready to hear,

but needed.

You called out my deflections,

you mirrored my ego,

you showed me parts of myself

I’ve been trying to outrun in prettier ways.

We’re mirrors.
Reflecting the parts we’re not ready to face in ourselves.

You want softness, but you guard against it.

I want truth, but I’m scared of how loud mine is when I speak it out loud.

But something in me knows…

Our souls already touched.

Even if nothing else ever does again.

I won’t send this.

I won’t chase.

But if you ever wonder

if you left a mark,

you did.

And not just on my body.

But in my awareness.

In the mirror you held up

without even knowing it.

Thank you for that.

Reflection Prompt:
Have you ever written something you never sent? A letter, a voice note, a memory?
What did it free inside of you? Let me know down in the comments.

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