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An unanswered moment, echoing inside of me

From silence, a city grows, narrowing with my steps

I waited, I waited, for a memory that never came

Now my own shadow is the closest to my heart

In the middle of the park remained a half-breath

The birds flew off, I went quiet, a spark still in my eyes

The wind turned to my face, whispering “let go”

But my heart had grown used to holding on to what never comes

A phone trembles in my pocket,

Worn-out hopes sitting inside me

I don’t look anymore, I know

Every silence makes me a little more myself

An unanswered moment, echoing inside of me

From silence, a city grows, narrowing with my steps

I waited, I waited, for a memory that never came

Now my own shadow is the closest to my heart

A cat comes to my side, without a word

Sometimes the truest touch comes from a silent friend

I found myself in books, the pages felt heavy

With every line I read, another layer of sorrow loosened

Maybe waiting is the heaviest knot within me

Maybe untying it is only possible by walking on

As the sky turns orange at dusk

I understood; every wound is a small death inside a person

An unanswered moment, echoing inside of me

Everything of you dissolving into the wind

I waited, I waited… hoping I might find you

On this quiet road, I found only myself again