The cup rests on the table,
steam long gone, a whisper lost.
Echoes of children playing hide and seek,
linger in the corners of the room,
as if time forgot to pass.

I sip the silence,
letting the coolness settle in.
Memories drift like autumn leaves,
unresolved, yet strangely comforting,
in their quiet persistence.

The sky begins to hint at dawn,
a gentle nudge towards tomorrow.
Yet here I am, wrapped in yesterdays,
where laughter echoes softly,
in the hollow of this morning.

Not all stories need an ending,
nor every game a winner.
Sometimes, the pause is enough,
to hold what's left unspoken,
and let it simply be.