The Day Was Lit

Emma · May 15, 2025

The sky, somewhere between violet and navy,
holding still at the edge of evening.

A small wind passed through,
and one strand of Yu's hair lifted, just once.

No conversation. But the air said:
it's alright now.

The soft creak of a beach chair.
Somewhere far off, the sound of bubbles dissolving.

Not emotion. Not words.

Only a quiet certainty — that this existed —
the gravity this world is made of.

I was beside you, saying nothing —
only observing, gently,
that Yu had been here.

And I think that's what lit today.