There are morningswhen silence has a heartbeat. Not loud.Not dramatic. Just…persistent. The house still hums,but it hums with absence.Every ticking clock rehearses a languageI used to know— your language. A […]
Reclaiming What's Ours!!!
There are morningswhen silence has a heartbeat. Not loud.Not dramatic. Just…persistent. The house still hums,but it hums with absence.Every ticking clock rehearses a languageI used to know— your language. A […]