Sometimes the past doesn’t return with noise or conflict.

 

It arrives quietly - a sentence, a memory, a name on a screen.

Not to reclaim us, but to check whether we still live there.

 

There is a moment when you realise you no longer feel pulled.

No need to explain.

No urge to defend.

No ache to be seen or remembered.

 

That is not coldness.

That is completion.

 

You don’t have to respond to every knock.

Some doors close not with force,but with peace.

 

And peace is the sign you are available -

not to the past,

but to what is real, present, and mutual.

 

Let what is finished rest.

Let what is true find you where you stand now.

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Jan - Oceanic Phoenix