The Silence Where You Are Known

The morning light hits the screen, and for a second, you swear it lit up with His name. It didn't.

It's just the ghost of a hope you can't let go of, vibrating in your pocket while the world demands you smile at your coworkers. You are performing okayness, but inside, you are staring at a silence that feels like abandonment.

You keep checking, keep waiting for a ring that proves you are remembered. But the light does not wait for your phone to buzz to prove it is near.

It is already here, in the quiet hum of the office, in the dust motes dancing in the window. You do not need a notification to be known.

The name you are waiting for was spoken over you long before this morning began. The silence is not an empty room; it is the space where you finally hear the voice that never left.