The Dawn That Does Not Buzz

The sun is rising, and for a second, your hand still reaches for the silence where the buzzing used to be. You are waiting for a vibration that will not come, a signal from a world that has gone quiet.

That phantom reach is the ache of a love that does not know how to stop loving, even when the line is dead. But look at the light filling the room — it is not waiting for a call to arrive.

It is already here, spilling over the floor, touching your face without needing to be summoned. The dawn does not buzz.

It simply breaks. And in this new light, you are not waiting for news.

You are the news. The silence is not an absence.

It is the space where you finally hear your own heart beating, steady and alive, in the quiet.