Lonely Saturday again.
The city hums outside in low,
amber light,
but here,
silence has learned my shape.
It lingers like smoke in a sunbeam,
curling around me,
soft and certain,
and without it—
I am unmade.
I am now,
between one exhale and the next,
where everything waits,
and nothing stays.
Shadows press against the blinds,
a single record spins somewhere downstairs,
and the air tastes faintly of yesterday—
like lipstick on a glass I once held,
like a hand I almost touched
in another lifetime.
Time slows,
then vanishes.
Everything waits,
and nothing stays.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 7:56 AM UTC
I hope in heaven, darling, we meet again—
where silence hums the songs we used to play,
those old cassettes, worn and scratched,
spinning memories we sang into the night.
we were children then, wild and fearless,
voices tangled in summer’s golden haze,
belting out dreams beneath a fading sun,
the world a melody we thought would never end.
now time’s a quiet thief,
stealing moments slow,
but i hold those songs like fragile light—
and maybe, beyond this fading sky,
I hope in heaven, darling, we meet again.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 6:10 PM UTC