Reflections in Morning Light

Morning light slipped through the blinds and traced the worn spine of my notebook, the quiet pulse of an old watch humming beside me. I lingered on a line I couldn’t quite finish, the kind that feels both a sigh and a promise. Outside, leaves fell like soft punctuation marks, and I wondered if my words might someday echo their cadence. Still, the silence invites me to keep writing, to capture the fleeting ache that never truly leaves. #poetry #reflection 🌒