In the dark, the phone's glow flickers,
words scatter like forgotten dreams.
I speak to the wall, it listens,
the clock stands still at twelve.

Pause between breaths, searching,
the silence cradles my whispers.
I reach for echoes of laughter,
but find only quiet shadows.

Memory fragments, like shattered glass,
reflect faces I no longer know.
The night holds secrets I can't decode,
as time halts in its eternal loop.

I forgive the past's tangled knots,
without seeking to understand.
In this stillness, I find peace,
letting go the need to explain.