In response to: https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2025/12/29/mlmm-monday-wordle-457/

When the Year Turns Softly
When the year grows closed
like the last page of a diary,
I whisper a kind promise to my heart
beneath the quiet lights of midnight.
Love doesn’t always roar—
sometimes it lingers like a memory,
soft and unfinished,
gently carrying us over the fragile edges
of all we couldn’t say.
There is pleasure in simply breathing,
in feeling your unseen presence,
in wearing a smile
that belongs to no one else but time.
I hold onto the small miracles—
a touch offered when the world feels far,
a tender whim that says
“stay, hope, begin again.”
And in the hush between yesterday and tomorrow,
I remember this truth:
love still lives here.
It always has.
It always will.

💫Maggie

The Afterlove Voice 💫