The Sunrise that belongs Elsewhere

The Sunrise that belongs Elsewhere

Each morning,

at nearly the same hour,

two words arrived

like a small bird returning home. 

"Good morning." 

To the world,

they were ordinary words. 

But,

To one waiting heart,

they were sunlight

and shadow together. 

Four years had passed

since touch had spoken

where words could not. 

Four years

of crowded calendars,

family duties,

business calls,

celebrations,

obligations,

and postponed promises. 

Yet not one morning

had missed its greeting.

The sender loved.

The receiver knew it. 

Love lives

in the faithful arrival,

in concern disguised as casual questions,

in messages sent before dawn,

and in thoughts shared after midnight. 

But one heart belonged

to many worlds:

To family.

To responsibility.

To reputation.

To duty. 

And somewhere,

carefully protected,

to a secret love. 

The other heart

belonged almost entirely

to that love alone. 

That was the difference. 

Whenever a meeting seemed near,

life stepped in between. 

A family gathering.

A business shopping.

An urgent commitment.

A responsibility impossible to refuse. 

Apologies followed.

Forgiveness followed too.

What else could love do? 

One morning,

after reading the familiar greeting,

a reply began to form:

"How beautiful to be remembered

in a sunrise

that belongs elsewhere."

The words lingered.

Then disappeared. 

Instead came the simpler answer:

"Good morning." 

Moments later,

a small heart appeared on the screen. 

Nothing more.

No embrace.

No stolen afternoon.

No fulfilled longing. 

Only a tiny red symbol,

glowing quietly

between two separate lives. 

And yet,

for a moment,

it was enough.

For sometimes love survives

not on what it receives,

but on the certainty

that somewhere,

amid all the duties of the world,

it is still remembered

every morning. 

~ Dr Intaj Malek