Adrift in the Forest

I didn’t plan to be here.
The road just faded.
And the path beneath me
turned to needles,
then to silence.

No birds, no breeze.
Just the steady hush
of trees watching
without judgement.

I wasn’t lost.
Just further from the noise
than I remembered ever being.

So I stayed —
not for answers,
but to remember
what it feels like
when the world forgets my name.