
The last song fades, silence thick as smoke.
You sink into a booth, coat for a pillow.
Faces blur, it’s time to rest.
Only you and the echo of steps remain.
Eyes heavy, you whisper to the ceiling:
“Someday… we will know.”










The last song fades, silence thick as smoke.
You sink into a booth, coat for a pillow.
Faces blur, it’s time to rest.
Only you and the echo of steps remain.
Eyes heavy, you whisper to the ceiling:
“Someday… we will know.”