A tender reflection on holding on, letting go, and discovering that hope is not always about someone’s return. Sometimes, it is the quiet courage to open the window, embrace a new morning, and find yourself again.

# One Fine Morning #

I kept a little hope
alive inside my heart,
long after you
had walked away.

Every night I whispered,
“Tomorrow, I’ll let you go.”

But every morning,
that foolish heart of mine
whispered—

“Not today.
Perhaps tomorrow.”

I knew some doors
close forever.
I knew some roads
lead only to memories.

Still,
I waited…

for one last meeting,
one unfinished conversation,
one impossible chance
to make things right.

Then, one morning,
I finally understood—

Hope is not always
about waiting for someone.

Sometimes,
it is simply believing
that life can still bloom
after something beautiful
has ended.

So I stopped waiting.

I opened the window
and let the morning in.

Not because
I had forgotten you—

but because
I had finally remembered
myself.

And for the first time,
I let the dawn
find me again.

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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