There are days
when the sky feels closer
than the ground beneath my feet.
I walk through quiet streets,
carrying conversations
I never had the courage to finish.
A window glows in the distance,
soft and warm against the evening,
and for a moment
I remember
not every light
is meant to lead us somewhere.
Some are simply there
to remind us
that darkness is never
the whole story.
So I keep walking,
slowly,
letting the night pass through me,
until somewhere between
the last shadow
and the first morning light,
I find a little piece
of myself
still waiting to be seen.
