Random

A red scarf forgotten on a park bench Waves crash against the shore, indifferent to time A stray cat eyes the moon, its shadow slipping The hum of a streetlight flickers like a half-forgotten song Old books gather dust on a shelf, their stories sealed A train whistle calls in the distance, a journey no one takes A crumpled receipt, proof of a moment that’s already gone Rain taps the window, a conversation with no reply The sky bruises with sunset, then fades to black A child laughs somewhere, their joy uncontainable Leaves rustle, secrets shared between the earth and the wind And all of it, everything, just keeps spinning.