Whispers of a Longing Heart [POETRY]

Echoes of Us

I wake to find the world still turns,
but not the way it used to.
Time may dull, but won't erase
the echo of us in empty space.

I trace the ghost of your fingertips,
soft whispers lost in silent lips.
I reach for hands no longer there,
for warmth that time erased.

The night still hums with how you laughed,
the way you used to say my name.
But echoes never pull me back—
they only sharpen pain.

I wonder if you ever pause,
if memories haunt you too—
or have you learned to walk away
from everything we knew?

Yet here I stay, with shattered hands,
still holding on to dreams—
of love that lived, of love that left,
of love that still haunts me.

I turn to speak—but no one's there,
just shadows where you stood.
We ended like an empty prayer,
unfinished, misunderstood.

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I wonder if memories ever pull you back the way they do me