It returns without invitation,
the day the light slipped through my fingers.

Time does not heal,
it only teaches the art of silence.

I carry the weight like a familiar coat,
threadbare,but mine.

People smile,seasons change,
but this hour is untouched,
sealed in the amber of my memory.

I do not cry anymore-
even tears have learned to stay away.

Just breath,
just stillness,
just the echo of what once was.