When you spoke to her, she listened not to your words, but to the spaces between them—the pauses where regrets live and hopes whisper. She would trace a finger along your palm and say, “Here. This is where you were brave. And here… this is where you let the clock lie to you.”
Lovers tried to capture her. They bought her hourglasses, pocket watches, sundials. She smiled gently, turned them over, and said, “You can’t keep me. You can only notice me.” timea bella
One man asked her, “What is beauty, really?” When you spoke to her, she listened not
They said she never aged. Not because she cheated time, but because she understood it. When you spoke to her