The Dawn Does Not Ask For Yesterday

The blue light of the screen is the only sun you have right now. You are scrolling backward, searching for a single frame where their eyes were soft, just to prove you didn't imagine the warmth.

It feels like if you can find that picture, the cold of this morning won't be so heavy. But the light does not live in the past.

It is rising right now, outside your window, indifferent to what was taken and faithful to what remains. The dawn does not ask you to verify yesterday before it breaks.

It simply arrives. The love you are looking for in those pixels was real then, but it is not the thing keeping you alive today.

You are. The light that woke you up this morning is not a memory.

It is the breath in your lungs right now. You survived the night without the photo.

You will survive the day without it too.