Midnight

*After you left me* During the day, I can almost trick myself into thinking I’ve moved on. But then the clock strikes twelve, and the "After" becomes a physical place. This is the hour where the silence you left behind is at its loudest , A heavy ambient weight that presses against the walls until the room feels too small for my memories. *Midnight* is when the reality of your absence truly sets in. It’s the time when I stop running and finally face the echo of your footsteps in the hall. There are no distractions now. just the blue glow of the moonlight and the realization that another day has passed where I am still here, and you are still gone. In this deep, dark stillness, the gap between us feels infinite. I’m just a silhouette waiting in the shadows of a day that refuses to end..... --- *Midnight*