just me

the gravel crunches soft beneath my steps,
moonlight spilling through the trees
lighting up the unknown.

it’s quiet,
but not empty-
just the kind of quiet
that makes you feel like the world’s still listening.

leaves shift in the dark,
a breeze brushes past
like someone almost saying something.

the stars hang low and easy,
not watching, just there-
steady, familiar,
like they’ve been waiting
to walk with me a while.

no questions here,
no need to answer.
just me, the night,
and the pull
of someplace i can’t name.