Unspoken Prayer

A rainy night in Tokyo.
Neon lights blur as you stand alone beneath your umbrella.
You thought the feeling had faded,
but the night breeze carries it back-soft, familiar, alive.

In the silence, a quiet prayer trembles in your heart.
You whisper their name... and the city listens.

- "silently (carried on the night breeze)"
For everyone who still loves, even when words are gone.