✍️ Dr. Lokman Khan
I can feel your eyes on the back of my head.
There is a gravity in the way you look at me—
not a pull, but a presence,
like air before a storm
or the stillness in a room after everyone has left.
I don’t need to turn around.
I know your gaze—
it carries the weight of quiet declarations,
the kind made with eyebrows, with pauses,
with the way your fingers twitch
when mine are just out of reach.
You are telling me something
and I hear it
in the space between your sighs,
in the silence that rests
just comfortably enough to be trust.
Love, like this,
doesn’t always arrive in grand speeches
or handwritten letters left on the kitchen counter.
Sometimes it just breathes near me,
quiet and certain—
like the way I know
you’re still watching
even after I walk away.
25 July 2025






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