The Weight of Stillness

They say time heals everything, but what if time is the only thing that

moves while I stay here? The stars spin, the moon wanes, and the sun

chases the horizon away, yet I am still waiting for a word you

never said. Mornings arrive with a cruel brightness, reminding me that the world has

forgotten us, even as I hold onto the shadow of your hand.

Seconds turn to hours, hours to seasons, and still, the space beside

me remains cold and hollow. A silence I cannot break. The light fades

once more, painting the sky in colors of regret. I am a