Whispers Of The Gone

Empty room, echoes of your laughter, A warm photograph, a faded smile, Dust motes dancing in the fading light. A dried flower from a special occasion, Its petals brittle, memories frail. A ghost of your touch lingers on my skin, A phantom scent of your favorite perfume. My heart, a hollow cavern, aches with your absence, Each beat a painful reminder of what's lost. The world feels muted, colors turned to gray, Since you walked away, taking the sun with you. The taste of ancient tears, bitter and cold, A constant ache, a story untold. Nature mirrors my despair, a barren tree, Reaching for warmth, eternally. A lone bird calls, a mournful plea, Echoing the emptiness inside of me. And in this silence, I'm left with nothing, Just the ghost of your desperate words, forever haunting.