After Midnight Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

The world exhales in silence,
lights dim like tired eyes,
and the streets stretch empty,
waiting for foodsteps that never come.

The air thick with unfinished thoughts,
whispers of yesterday tangled in shadows,
a clock ticking softly,
measuring time that feels weightless.

Somewhere, a window glows,
someone awake, someone dreaming,
someone lost in the quiet pull
of everything left unsaid.

After Midnight,
the night belongs to those
who listen.