Hues of pink and purple tuck the day,
Now fading into gray—
A fragile husk, an empty shell,
Now quiet in the dusk.
Soft, wispy clouds of fluff drift low and slow,
Their curves kissed by a golden glow.
They blush and hush, then pale with grace,
As dusk begins to take their place.
They cradle your silent ache,
The weight you never dared to wake.
Let the stillness draw you near,
Dissolve the fear.
Let the silence gather, let slumber take,
The dusk has room for every ache.
No promise awaits beyond the gray—
Just breathe what’s left of today.