‎I laughed beneath the honeyed light, ‎The world, for once, felt so right. ‎My hands held joy, my heart was wide— ‎The sun itself knelt at my side. ‎ ‎The air was sweet, the hours kind, ‎No shadow trailing close behind. ‎I wore the day like woven gold, ‎A warmth that is shimmered, soft and bold. ‎ ‎But silence comes where echoes bloom, ‎And joy, it seems, makes room for gloom. ‎The light slipped off, the colors drained, ‎And something soft inside me pained. ‎ ‎Now tears arrive I didn’t call, ‎Like rain that taps on garden walls. ‎I smiled, and still, the ache began— ‎It’s strange how sadness learns to stand.