Leaving in the Half-Light of Morning

You slip away not to abandon, but to preserve something fragile and beautiful from the harsher light of day. The stillness of dawn is the final embrace—quiet, reverent, sacred. There is romance in restraint, devotion in departing before tears turn to words. In this departure, love doesn't vanish. It settles like dew on the memory, glimmering with everything that couldn't be spoken.