EMPTY ROOMS, EMPTY HEARTS

Empty rooms echo whispers of what once was,
Where laughter danced and shadows played,
Now silent, save for the soft sighs of memory,
Each corner a shrine to moments lost.

In the heart of this emptiness,
I wander like a ghost,
Tracing the outlines of absence,
Fingertips brushing against echoes.

The walls, once vibrant with color,
Now hold only the pale residue of dreams,
Fading like the dying embers of a fire,
Leaving behind a trail of ash.

The air is heavy with your absence,
A presence felt in the hollows of each breath,
As if the very space we shared,
Now mourns its own emptiness.

I remember the cadence of your voice,
A melody that once filled these halls,
Now reduced to fleeting whispers,
Lost in the cavernous expanse of solitude.

Each step echoes against the floorboards,
A solitary beat in an empty symphony,
Where once we danced in harmonious rhythm,
Now only the silence accompanies my faltering steps.

I search for traces of you in the mundane,
In the remnants of a life left untouched,
A book with pages folded where you last read,
A chair pulled slightly out of place.

Outside, the world moves on,
Unaware of the fractures within,
As if time itself refuses to acknowledge,
The void left by your absence.

The days stretch into endless nights,
Each sunrise a reminder of another day without you,
And I wonder how to fill the emptiness,
That stretches beyond these walls.

Grief, a quiet companion,
Waits patiently in the shadows,
Its touch a gentle ache,
A reminder of love's enduring bond.

I gather shards of memories,
Like fragile fragments of glass,
Piecing together a mosaic of our past,
A tapestry woven with laughter and tears.

The photographs on the walls,
Capture moments frozen in time,
Smiles that once lit up the darkness,
Now serve as bittersweet reminders.

I linger in doorways,
Hesitant to cross the threshold,
Knowing that within lies both solace and sorrow,
A sanctuary haunted by memories.

Yet, in the stillness of these empty rooms,
I find a quiet acceptance,
A gradual letting go of what once was,
And an embrace of what remains.

For even in absence,
Your presence lingers,
In the whispered echoes of our shared history,
In the beating of my empty heart.

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