I watched her build a world unseen—
quietly, carefully,
brick by silent brick.
A place where words were weighed
before they were ever spoken,
where thoughts circled like distant planets
in careful, patient orbit.
Her days were filled with
negative negotiations,
soft arguments held only within,
and frustrations that had no witness
but the quiet corners of her mind.
She carried love too—
gentle and steady as starlight,
yet rarely acknowledged,
because some loves live in silence,
never asking to be named.
Letters from Xhale the magazine Words that breathe. Stories that Linger, 