Night falls, slowly, over the asphalt
and time, that invisible thread
ties us to the ground
We wait, motionless
while the world spins
and silence becomes a voice
echoing off the walls of emptiness

Patience, they say
is the art of waiting without despair
but how to hold the moment
that slips through our fingers?
How not to feel the weight of hours
when love fades
and loneliness settles in?

Breathe deeply
the air is heavy but necessary
Every second is a wound
every minute, a scar
And yet, we go on
hoping that tomorrow
will bring what today lacks

Patience, yes
but not passivity

The patience that moves us
that makes us look inward
and find, in the depths of the soul
the strength to carry on