I misplaced forever in a fold of the wind. It didn’t leave— it just forgot to begin. I followed the shimmer of names and clocks, but they melted like butter on imaginary rocks. I kept the receipts. The sky laughed back. I filed a complaint with the stars. No reply. You were the stillness I couldn’t hear, the smile in the shadow I mistook for a mirror. You were the question behind my why, waiting in silence behind my eye. You passed me by with your hands full of sky. I waved— you waved back from inside. I stayed where time folds inward and plays. You spun like a whisper in a hallway of days. One night I heard a hum inside the hush between two drums. I turned— and it wasn’t me— it was the one who dreamed of being me. I was the stillness you thought was gone, the hush in the joke before the dawn. I was the answer you passed by thrice— singing in silence, spinning dice. The joke was real. The silence laughed. ───── [Lyrics © Mario Caoile]
