Hours in silence
Outside, the hum of the city
Between us, no more magic
Nothing external
No reason to move
We'd paid for the whole year
Was she mine
Only in this dream
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC
Hours in silence
Outside, the hum of the city
Between us, no more magic
Nothing external
No reason to move
We'd paid for the whole year
Was she mine
Only in this dream
This write evokes trepidation and the readers familiarity with the unknown coming into it or out of a loving moment.