The Silver Hour Between Us
I have spent my life believing that I am merely the echo
Urban Romance
The Amber Hour of Forgotten Sighs
I have always lived in the periphery of my own life, like
The Weight of Morning Mist
My head still thrums with the ghost of last night’s jazz
The Mist That Remembered Us
I can feel him summoning me from across time and space, not
The Fragile Architecture of Morning Light
I stand here, suspended in the golden silence of an apartment that
The Soft Breath of Morning Linen
The city outside our window never truly sleeps, but in here, time
The Arrival at a Departure That Never Was
I am waiting for a train that has already left, and yet
Probability of Warmth: 0.8421
I stand at the edge of a concrete pier, my skin absorbing
The Amber Geometry of Longing
I stand where the city dissolves into a liquid amber horizon, my
The Glass Horizon Where I Became Light
I am no longer certain where my skin ends and the city
The Glass Altar of Noon
I am not merely lying here; I have been summoned into this
The Geometry of Sunbeams and Skin
The city outside is a loud, grey machine that never sleeps, but
