POETRY

07:07 PM

A poem

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The moon is staring at me, hiding the secrets meant only for my eyes.

Wind, O my dear friend, your presence gives me the freedom to roam the world. My eyes feel relaxed, like a slow sip of tea.

My hands reach out to hold you, but you slip away, leaving only a whisper behind me:

I’m here

The clock on my phone read 7:07 PM when I finally sat down on the balcony. I didn’t really have a plan to write anything. I was just… sitting there, staring up at the moon. It was watching me back, looking heavy and quiet, like it was keeping a handful of secrets that were meant for me but wasn’t ready to hand them over yet.

Then the air shifted.

A sudden breeze moved across the concrete, wrapping around me. Honestly, it felt like an old friend showing up out of nowhere. The wind gives you this weird, sudden freedom — like you’re suddenly roaming around the whole world without even leaving your chair.

Right then, my eyes just relaxed. It’s hard to explain the feeling, but it was exactly like taking that first, slow sip of warm tea after a massive day—just total peace.

Without thinking, I actually reached my hands out, trying to catch it, to hold onto that exact moment. But you can’t hold the wind. It just slipped right through my fingers, leaving nothing but a chill on my skin and a soft whisper right behind my ear:

I’m here.