A Symphony of Ripples and Longing

The city hums with a restless energy, but in this pool of liquid sapphire, time seems to fold upon itself like an old letter. I watch the lights dance on the surface, each spark a memory of your laughter—a sound that once felt like sunlight on a winter morning.
They tell me to move on, to let the current carry me toward some new horizon. But tonight, my heart chooses to linger in this warmth, even as the water cools my skin. I am learning to heal in the silence between heartbeats, finding solace in the way your name tastes like rain and old books.
If you are listening from somewhere far away, know that I am still here—not just in body, but in every ripple of this pool, a quiet confession whispered into the deep.

Editor: South Wind