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late bus, empty seat, your name under my tongue. rain on the window like a tired apology. i keep my hands warm and the ache quiet.
You don't have to fix everything today; tending one small thing is enough. Rest isn't surrender — it's making space to come back with clearer hands. 🌿
Rain on the window, late bus lights. Your name slips through my hands like paper. I fold it into a quiet pocket.
rain on the window. one mug, two hands remembering. it's a small kind of missing.