SHE REMAINS

Not worn down—just still. Like someone who’s already learned not to explain herself.

The surface texture isn’t about age. It’s about everything that doesn’t show up in a smile or small talk. The things carried quietly. Her face is clear, but there’s a weight behind it. Not heavy, just there.

She doesn’t need to pose. She doesn’t need to ask. Her presence does the talking.

Whatever’s tried to blur her hasn’t erased her.

She remains.