When Stone and Shadow Speak

Some places do not go quiet…
They hold…

Stone keeps what was carried here…
Even when the voices are gone…

They stood where others had stood…
Not in passing…
But in weight…

Not everything disappears…
Some things remain…
In stone…
In shadow…
In the spaces between…

It was carried…
Fought for…
Remembered…

And what remains…
still asks to be seen…

They didn’t come here to solve anything…

They came to stand in it…

And to listen…

To what was never lost…