What Returns in Stillness

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The frayed edges of the cloth
multiply with every movement.
Decay turning inward,
color eaten away by the acid of time.
I surrender.
The ink has dried,
and the story remains unfinished.

What stays is the answer
to an unasked question.

First light reflects myself,
quiet in the morning dew.
Within me, a space that breathes —
a smile turned inward.


With love, © Aífe