Theme: Near encounters, held breath, quiet ache
She dropped her glove once.
I held it like a promise—
then watched her vanish.
Moonlight on her scarf—
a breeze carried it to me.
I kept the silence.
Two cups on one tray.
She smiled at the empty chair.
I sat down too late.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 5:53 AM UTC
Theme: Near encounters, held breath, quiet ache
She dropped her glove once.
I held it like a promise—
then watched her vanish.
Moonlight on her scarf—
a breeze carried it to me.
I kept the silence.
Two cups on one tray.
She smiled at the empty chair.
I sat down too late.
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