Nothing Is Moving

★🎢★━━━ ★🫀★━━━━ ★🚪★━━━━ ★🫀★━━━ ★🎢★ 🎵 Wir haben eine deutsche Community für Suno-Artists aufgebaut. Wir sind die Storytellerz – gemeinsam unstoppable! 👉 Join uns auf Discord: https://discord.gg/storytellerz 💥 Lass uns zusammen Musik feiern & Grenzen sprengen! ★🎢★━━━ ★🫀★━━━━ ★🚪★━━━━ ★🫀★━━━ ★🎢★ Nothing is moving. The glass on the table is still. The door closed eight months ago. So why did my stomach drop? The elevator stops below me. My keys freeze halfway to the lock. Someone's footsteps cross the hallway. My stomach falls before they stop. Phone face-down, no message waiting. Still I reach before it rings. You made silence feel like a countdown. Now I hear it in everything. I know the door is bolted. I know which room I'm in. I know the floor is solid. Try explaining that to my skin. Nothing is moving, but I feel the drop. The floor stays level, my stomach does not. You left the room, but my body forgot. Nothing is moving, but I feel the drop. You reach across to move my coffee. I flinch, then blame it on the cup. You leave space instead of questions, wait until my shoulders drop. No slammed doors, no sudden silence, no demand I read your thoughts. Nothing here resembles danger. Still I count the steps to the door. I know your hands are gentle. I know you don't keep score. My head can name the difference. My pulse still guards the door. Nothing is moving, but I feel the drop. The floor stays level, my stomach does not. You left the room, but my body forgot. Nothing is moving, but I feel the drop. For six months I slept in my clothes with my shoes beside the bed. Not because you knew the address. Because my nerves believed you did. The ride is over. The lights came on. Everyone went home. My body stayed strapped in. Nothing is moving, but I feel the drop. The floor stays level, my stomach does not. You left the room, but my body forgot. I stay in the room till the feeling stops. The glass on the table is still. My hands are not. I leave them there. Nothing is moving.