MORNING AFTER (Interlude)

[Spoken Word] Sunlight creeping through the blinds Your side of the bed is cold this time I can still smell you on my sheets But the room feels quieter without your heat We said it was nothing… just another night But the morning always makes it harder to lie No texts left on read, no “last night was fun” Just the silence that comes when the feeling’s done I trace the place where your hands used to stay Wondering if you’ll come back the same way Or if this time the secret finally fades With the morning light and the choices we made