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.
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