After the Day Ends

When something stays without being there

Sometimes the day ends, but something doesn’t leave.

Not something you can see.

Just… something you feel.

A place where someone was.

A small trace left behind.

And suddenly, the room feels different.

Not empty.

Just changed.

And you understand, without needing to say it:

Some things don’t disappear.

They stay in another way.

Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 06th: https://alkonda.com/2026/04/06/after-the-day-ends/

— Al Konda