Dawn Does Not Wait For Perfect Yesterday

The sun is up now. The gray is lifting from the windows. And in this first light, the memory tries to pull you back into the dark room where you stayed silent. You replay the exact second you could have spoken the one thing that would have kept them close. But you didn't. You swallowed the words. And now the distance feels permanent.

But look at the dawn. It did not wait for yesterday to be perfect before it arrived. It came anyway. The light does not scold the night for what was left unsaid. It simply fills the space where the silence sits.

There is a light within a person of light, and it lights up the whole world. That light is already inside you, burning brighter than the regret. It is not trapped in that moment of silence. It is here, in this breath, in this new morning.

The sun has risen on a day you did not earn, but were given anyway. The silence of yesterday cannot hold the light of today.