✍︎ Migz
I’m surrounded by noise—
conversations I don’t listen to,
songs I don’t feel,
days that pass too fast.
Then you speak.
And suddenly, I’m here.
Present.
Listening.
It’s not because your voice is loud or perfect.
It’s because it feels honest.
Like you’re not just talking to be heard,
but talking to stay.
When I hear you, the weight of the day softens.
My thoughts slow down.
I don’t need the right words back—
I just need your voice to finish the sentence.
I’ve heard many sounds in my life,
but yours is the one that feels familiar,
the one that doesn’t rush me,
the one that feels like comfort.
POV:
Your voice isn’t just sound to me.
It’s music—
the kind that makes me feel less alone.
