Alesia Leach Poet Free verse

Where the Quiet Went

I kept the window cracked
so the wind could speak for you--
all your unsaid apologies
tangled in the curtain hem.
You used to hum when you left.
Now the walls just listen.

You were always the one
who made absence feel full.
But now the rooms are hollow,
a cathedral of ache.
“The silence fades with a soft embrace”--
but you forgot to hold me first.

At night, I dream in fragments--
your keys, your coat, your breath.
Grief is a voice
I never learned to answer.
I ask for a sign.
The air forgets me again.

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CayCay Godwin March 8, 2026 at 5:06 PM Excellent, the imagery jabbed the base of my throat, my mid-chest and heart. I've been gone awhile spending time down the rabbit hole, I just found your comments on 1 of my poems. I can't remember what 'son' poem of yours I commented on. This poem is about emotions I've written about, too, some a pain perspective, others anger &/or sarcasm - all therapy writes. The way you did this is unique, it stands out and sits within. You haven't posted this year, please don't stop, I truly like your pen.

Paige Hind May 18, 2025 at 2:42 PM Absence can haunt the airways. Turn the quiet into grief, that suffocates moments, even ones we need to share. Raw and visceral. Your writing is a real gift. Alesia Leach May 23, 2025 at 4:19 PM Paige, your words resonate like the echo this piece was meant to carry. You understand exactly how silence can press in, sharp and suffocating. Thank you for feeling the ache and still calling it a gift--your kindness holds space where absence once lived.