Nothing New, Exactly
Nora noticing familiar patterns and allowing them to remain, not from resignation but from recognizing their fit.
It starts the same way It always does A familiar pause Before the sound You say the line Like it’s the first time I let it land Like it might be There’s comfort in knowing What comes next Even when it’s not What you’d choose I don’t interrupt I don’t rush Some patterns hold Because we let them There’s nothing new Exactly Nothing I didn’t see Nothing breaks Nothing moves Nothing asking more of me I notice the turn Before it shifts The quiet stretch That says enough I’ve learned the distance Between surprise And repetition You don’t fight It’s not regret It’s not relief It’s recognising What this is There’s nothing new Exactly Nothing I didn’t see Nothing breaks Nothing moves Nothing asking more of me Some things repeat Not because they’re wrong But because they fit The space they’re in Nothing new Exactly Nothing I didn’t see I saw it Coming