Train windows dragged evening through unfinished districts Blue televisions flickered inside stacked apartment towers Somewhere above them someone watered plants slowly while traffic kept breathing below The city held itself together quietly I watched my reflection loosen against the passing glass Not dramatically Just enough to stop feeling entirely singular For a moment nothing inside me argued with the evening But I still enter warmth carefully Like too much presence could collapse it Some nights old reactions move first A hand tightening around nothing A pause held too long at the doorway Quietly Like roots continuing downward after the tree forgot them For a moment Outside the lights kept breaking apart across the pavement before the colors could settle anywhere And something about that made the whole night easier to survive But I still enter warmth carefully Like too much presence could collapse it Some nights old reactions move first A hand tightening around nothing A pause held too long at the doorway Quietly Like roots continuing downward after the tree forgot them