The night does not ask questions,
it simply arrives,
wrapping the world
in a quiet too deep for language.

Shadows stretch like memories
across the walls,
familiar and slightly distorted.

Somewhere, a dog barks once,
then silence reclaims the street.

The stars look down without judgment,
cold and constant,
as if they've seen this ache before.

Sleep hovers at the edges,
but thought drifts louder-
a tide that won't recede.

The dark is not empty.
It holds everything
we dare not say in daylight.