The Light Is Already Running Toward You

The screen lights up again. Another thirty seconds gone.

Another silence that feels like a verdict. You are waiting for a name to appear, for a vibration that will tell you you are not forgotten.

But the glow of the phone is a cold light. It shows you the time, but it cannot show you the truth.

The truth is that you are not defined by the reply that never comes. There was a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off.

He did not wait for the speech. He did not wait for the apology.

He ran. Before you could even clean yourself up, he was already there.

The light does not wait for your notification to arrive. It is already running toward you.

You are not the silence. You are the one being sought.

Put the phone down. The answer is already in the room.