fikrioshin

VICTIMS OF THE ROTATION

The silence between us isn\'t a wall

It’s the slow, quiet realization

that while I am watching the sun climb over the horizon

you are already pulling the blankets tight against the darkness

 

We used to share the same air

but now we only share a calendar that nobody cares

I check the clock on your side of the world - it\'s four in the morning

while I am spilling coffee on a Tuesday

 

I wonder if you’re dreaming

or if I’ve been ghosted of the script entirely

We are victims of the rotation

caught in the gears of a planet that won\'t stop spinning.