Evening leans on quiet walls,

light fractures through the blinds,

striped gold and memory folding

over the hum of still air.

Outside, peace breathes slow,

a garden & a street asleep.

Inside, thought flickers,

restless as the leaves’ reflection.

So many things unspoken,

each shadow a question.

The room listens, thinks, 

and stays speechless.

And I, I remain

woven in the web of thought,

deep, unresolved..