AFTER THE LAST DANCE

The music had stopped hours ago.
Only the sea was still moving.
She walked away from the lights, carrying what was left of the evening.

Some endings arrive quietly.
No raised voices.
No final words.
Just the feeling that something has already slipped away.

The bouquet was still in her hand.
The wind had tangled her hair.
Everything looked beautiful.
Everything felt different.

She thought she would remember the promises.
Instead, she remembered the silence that followed.

By the time night reached the shore, the celebration was over.
The lights were gone.
The footprints were fading.
And somewhere between the sea and the darkness, she finally let go.