B10:43
The door clicks shut behind the last friend.
The door clicks shut behind the last friend.
The room feels bigger now, and also empty.
The room feels bigger now, and also empty.
I look at the cups and plates on the table.
I look at the cups and plates on the table.
They are not just dirty dishes, but little stories.
They are not just dirty dishes, but little stories.
Each cup holds a laugh or a serious talk.
Each cup holds a laugh or a serious talk.
I start to sort them, one by one.
I start to sort them, one by one.
My hands move, but my mind stays with the evening.
My hands move, but my mind stays with the evening.
I think about the friend who stayed late to help.
I think about the friend who stayed late to help.
Her kindness was a small, warm gift.
Her kindness was a small, warm gift.
This quiet time is not lonely, but full.
This quiet time is not lonely, but full.
Tomorrow I will write thank-you notes.
Tomorrow I will write thank-you notes.
Tonight, I just want to remember.
Tonight, I just want to remember.
The Quiet After the Guests Go Home
by @nora_talks