magoski
The drones still circle—
and the circle still spins.
Change is never enough
if it only turns
and turns again.
Tears are never enough
if emptiness
claims the rest.
And yet—
coffee shared,
eyes like cream,
lips like sugar.
The drones cannot silence
Love—
nor the birth of a child,
nor laughter’s secret flame,
nor the dream that refuses to die.
we walk into another night,
carrying the seeds
of the morning
to come.
2 endure the day
is 2 remember the night.