You turn your back, I read your silence as neglect. I growl fiercely, to prove I still exist inside your quiet. We face the same horizon, yet your eyes are elsewhere. You pull my fur as if to say, “I’m still here” but you never meet my gaze.

We answered each other in the voices familiar, in the painful symphony played by the ghosts of our pasts.

Resonance.

Your cold restraint, my thunder of a child unheard. Two instincts colliding, not enemies, just echoes trapped in bone, vibrating with fear instead of following our own tune.

Still, I hear you.

I Wake in the night when you tremble. I sense your hands wandering in the dark, when the moonlight touches you the way I used to - soft, tender, certain.

I never bared my fangs to break a heart, but to break the silence that intoxicates us both. To hear my name in it. To know I was real. I believe - You never pulled my tail out of cruelty. You were only holding me close, afraid I’d stray too far from the home we built inside a storm. A storm so loud, we forgot the melody that bound us all along. The one you hum not to feel lonely. The tune that slips from your lips while dancing in the rain. When you think of nothing. Think of me.

That song was ours. And still is.

If you listen between these echoes, you’ll hear it. Two voices that once moved as one. Not resonance, pain of the broken. Not the sobbing of our inner child, but two souls singing in divine duet

The tear we share, looking at the same stars. The song that guides you home when you are lost in the dark.

Listen closely.

Beyond the voices.

I know you can still hear it.