We stood in the hush
between presence and parting,
where glances linger
longer than words dare.

I did not ask for more,
only to remember
the warmth that once stood beside me—
quiet, steady,
unspoken.

No blame.
No claim.
Only a hush —
where memory breathes.



Sometimes, partings are quiet.
No curtain call, no last embrace.
Just a moment that stays with us,
even when the world moves on.

Thank you for walking that small stretch of the journey with me.