The Silent Hours Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

The silent hours stretch like shadows,
long and weightless,
settling in the space we forget to fill.

Breath lingers in the hush,
a whisper against the dark,
a memory waiting to be named.

The world outside is sleeping,
but here-
between the ticking of the clock
and the echo of an unfinished
thought-
something stirs.

Not loneliness, not longing,
just the quiet presence
of something unspoken,
something true.