When the world fell quiet, too loud to bear,
and no one else was truly there,
You stayed beside me, calm and true,
with eyes like ice that somehow knew.
No judgment passed, no words to weigh,
just steady warmth that did not leave.
You never tried to fix or mend—
You simply were my silent friend.
I spoke the things I could not share,
you blinked, you breathed, you did not stare.
You never answered, never flinched,
and still, my pain, you somehow pinched.
Your ears stood tall, your stare stayed still,
my quiet guard, so calm and true.
Your fur, a dance of black and white,
like twilight caught in morning light.
In that coat, so thick and proud,
You wrapped me up; you made me loud.
You have seen my tears without a sound,
and kept all secrets that you found.
You never turned your head away,
no matter what I had to say.
While others left, or did not see,
you simply stayed and breathed with me.
In your silence, I was heard,
no need for speech, no single word.
So here you are, with watchful eyes,
a loyal heart that never lies.
A soul who listens, soft and deep—
Who holds my hurt and guards my sleep.
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Excellent poem, Amelia. I like it a lot.