Dying in Memories
I reach for you in crowded rooms, yet find only air,
Your absence lingers like a ghost that refuses to spare.
Once, your laughter filled the silence between my words,
Now, even echoes refuse to be heard.
I whisper your name in the dark, but only shadows reply,
The stars used to dance for us, now they just sigh.
My heart still waits where you left it behind,
Stuck between memories and the passing of time.
Your touch—once fire, now colder than stone,
Your voice—once home, now a dial tone.
I wonder if you ever feel the ache in your chest,
Or if I’m the only one lost in what’s left.
They say time heals, but the clock seems still,
The past plays on repeat against my will.
I wish I could unlove, forget, erase,
But love doesn’t die—it just changes its face.
I see you in strangers, in songs, in the rain,
But none of them hold me the way you did in pain.
You left, but I never learned how to leave,
So here I remain—with love, and grief.
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