The sun pours through the window,
a newspaper rests, pages slightly curled.
Words pause, like breaths held,
on the woven mat, stories unfold.

An empty cup, its warmth a memory,
echoes of conversations linger.
In the silence, headlines whisper,
tracing paths of long-gone laughter.

Between lines, a quiet reflection
rests on the surface, yet unseen.
In the pauses, a soft surrender,
finding solace in what was once here.