Fixed Window

I start earlier now
And stop before it stretches
I don’t keep the window open
Once the light changes

There’s a point in the afternoon
Where I don’t add anything new
And whatever hasn’t begun by then
Waits until another day

I leave at the same time
Even when there’s more to do
I don’t carry the remainder with me
And I don’t revisit it later

If it doesn’t fit inside those hours
It doesn’t get reshaped
It stays incomplete
Without becoming urgent

It’s a fixed window
That’s all

I don’t answer after a certain point
Not because I’m unavailable
But because the window has closed
And I don’t reopen it

I don’t explain the cutoff
And I don’t soften it
I let the silence hold
Whatever didn’t make it through

There are things I could extend
But I don’t
There are days I could stretch
But I don’t

Nothing improves by running late
And nothing stabilises
By staying open longer than it should

It’s a fixed window
Still holds

I close it