The Face Of My Soul: Toward Each Other

They are still seated within the same silence, yet something has shifted. One turns, almost imperceptibly, toward the other, while the invisible lines that once wandered alone begin to find each other. The distance has not disappeared it has simply lost its certainty. Between them remains the unseen guest of restless thought, but for the first time, it no longer speaks the loudest. Love does not arrive in a single moment; sometimes it begins with the quiet courage of turning toward another soul.