The laptop's glow fades, a silent retreat,
Unfinished words linger, caught in thought's web.
Outside, a motor hums, fleeting and brief,
Casting moving shadows across the wall,
A reminder of promises made in haste,
Now reconsidered under the quiet hum,
Where time pauses, inviting reflection.
The room holds its breath, a witness to pause,
As the motor's echo fades into night,
Leaving a trail of introspection behind,
In the stillness, questions form and dissolve,
Not all vows were meant to be kept, I see,
Some promises are whispers to oneself,
Meant to be pondered, not always fulfilled