Enough

After everything… there’s a drop.

Not a pause I create.
Not something I maintain.

Just a natural settling.

The moment ends on its own.

I’m not watching it.
I’m not keeping it in place.
I’m not returning to check if it’s still true.

It already moved through.

There’s nothing to carry forward.

No need to remember it correctly.
No need to stay aligned with it.
No need to do anything with it at all.

It’s done.

And I let it be done.

This is different. Unusual. Uncomfortable. I don’t sit with it.

Not holding.
Not staying.
Not continuing.

Just allowing what passed to pass; completely.

And in that, there’s a quiet I don’t have to create.

Because nothing is being added.

Nothing is being kept.

Nothing is missing.

It was already enough.

Prompt: Can you let this moment be complete without adding anything to it?