Some goodbyes don't end a thing. They just learn to be quiet.
The city remembers your footsteps better than I do. ciro scripts
The Last Tram
A ticket stub on the table. Date smudged. Destination erased. Some goodbyes don't end a thing
she waited not for him but for the echo of a door that never closed Sound: Distant tram bell. Then silence. ciro scripts
A wet cobblestone street. Late evening. Orange light from a shuttered café.
A woman sitting by a rain-streaked window. Her hand touches the glass.
Some goodbyes don't end a thing. They just learn to be quiet.
The city remembers your footsteps better than I do.
The Last Tram
A ticket stub on the table. Date smudged. Destination erased.
she waited not for him but for the echo of a door that never closed Sound: Distant tram bell. Then silence.
A wet cobblestone street. Late evening. Orange light from a shuttered café.
A woman sitting by a rain-streaked window. Her hand touches the glass.
