The screen dims, a quiet sigh escapes,
fingers linger on the keys,
unfinished thoughts whisper,
like echoes in the hollow room.
Shoes rest on the terrace rack,
worn soles speak of journeys halted,
and I pause, listening to silence.
Outside, the evening air breathes cool,
carrying remnants of unsaid words,
the soft rustle of leaves,
as if nature knows my pause.
I close the lid gently,
feeling the weight of unsent letters,
accepting what remains unsaid.
The house settles into shadows,
corners filled with quiet memories,
the ticking clock in rhythm with my heart,
each second a reminder of time's passage.
Shoes lined up, waiting for steps,
while I stand still,
embracing the stillness within.
In the quiet, I find solace,
as if the universe whispers gently,
that not all endings need closure,
some things are left to drift.
The terrace holds its breath,
as I release mine,
finding peace in unanswered questions.