The Quiet Between

The dust motes hang suspended in the shaft of light, a brief hesitation before they fall to the floorboards. We count the seconds between the lightning and the thunder, measuring the distance of the storm.

In the hollow space where the word was almost spoken, a sudden awareness blooms. The clock ticks loudly in the empty room, marking the absence of your voice.

And when the final note of the song fades away, there is a lingering resonance in the air. A momentary stillness that holds the echo, before the world rushes back in.