The phone sits silent and still,
awaiting a message that never arrives.
Adhan calls softly from afar,
a reminder of time that moves on.

I sift through words unsent,
conversations hanging in the air.
The dusk wraps around my thoughts,
as I wait, aware yet unburdened.

Memories blend into the present,
a tapestry woven with patience.
The night whispers promises,
unrushed, like the fading light.

In this stillness, I find peace,
a quiet acceptance of silence.
Letting time speak its truth,
without the need for urgency.