The door clicks shut, echoing softly
softly, the fan creaks in the silence,
silence that wraps the room, a blanket
blanket of thoughts, swirling, restless
restless like the wind outside, whispering
whispering of what we thought was enough.

Enough to fill the spaces, these walls
walls that hold secrets, murmuring
murmuring of mornings past, the echoes
echoes of laughter, now a distant hum
hum beneath the fan's persistent groaning
groaning as if to remind us of something lost.

Lost in the rhythm of ticking clocks
clocks that mark the hours, relentless
relentless as our search for meaning
meaning that slips through fingers, unseen
unseen like dust in morning light, swirling
swirling until it settles, unnoticed.

Unnoticed, the heart beats its quiet tune
tune of longing, of searching for answers
answers that never come, just whispers
whispers in the spaces between breaths
breaths held back, waiting for release
release, a reminder that love isn't enough.