Rahat Rezuan

Unsent Echoes

Some moments are quiet reflections in time that stretch like shadows, timeless yet enigmatic. It’s quite strange how often I’ve thought of her, not with sharp, aching, loud bursts as would come with tragedy, but interspersed with calm murmurs of remembrance that comfortingly sneak in during the in-between hours: the intervals between meetings, the cough of silence that follows delight, and the stillness right before slumber.