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Afolabi Ezra 

 

 

 

The Day Nothing Happened

It was a quiet day—
no bad news,
no sudden loss,
no reason to hold my breath.

I didn’t notice it at first,
how rare that is.

The sky stayed where it was,
the ground didn’t give way,
my phone remained silent
in the best possible way.

I drank water
without thinking about survival.
I laughed
and didn’t have to explain why.

It felt almost suspicious—
like peace was something borrowed,
something that might be taken back
if I looked at it too closely.

So I didn’t.

I let the day pass through me
unchallenged,
unquestioned—

and only later realized
it had been a gift
I almost ignored.

 

 

Afolabi Ezra 

Stuart McPherson

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