Moving On (a poem written by Chat-GPT)

Words spill like rivers,
flooding quiet rooms,
searching for meaning
in the endless noise.

A house inherited,
doors left open,
inviting presence,
but shadows waiting
just beyond the threshold.

Unspoken apologies
lost in time,
echoes that fade but never vanish.

Small creatures move softly,
their gentle rhythms
cutting through chaos—
a pulse, a breath,
a moment held steady.

Titles misunderstood,
identity shifting,
comfort sought
in names both given and taken.

Love tangled with grief,
hope folded into surrender,
holding on
and letting go—
a constant dance
with no clear end.