You spoke like skipping stones on calm
A voice that never meant me harm
Your words were quiet, round and light
But they still hit me late at night
I laughed too soft, I cried too slow
You stayed just long enough to go
Pebble talk, gentle and cold
Said everything but never bold
Still rippling out from where you stood
A hurt too small to call it “should”
You never yelled, but I still bent
Each sentence felt like it was meant
To almost love, to halfway care
To leave a mark and not be there
A voice that never meant me harm
Your words were quiet, round and light
But they still hit me late at night
I laughed too soft, I cried too slow
You stayed just long enough to go
Pebble talk, gentle and cold
Said everything but never bold
Still rippling out from where you stood
A hurt too small to call it “should”
You never yelled, but I still bent
Each sentence felt like it was meant
To almost love, to halfway care
To leave a mark and not be there