Pieces of You

I still feel the weight of your hand in mine.

The quiet moments where words were unnecessary remain etched in my heart.

Your laughter echoes through the empty corners of my mind, a sound I cannot touch but cannot forget.

I carry your absence like a shadow stitched into my chest.

Every memory is a shard of light, fragile yet impossible to let go.

I speak to the air where you used to be, hoping the wind will carry my words.

Nights are long, filled with thoughts of you, and sleep avoids me, leaving only the ache of what has ended and cannot return. Some pain cannot be shared.

It lives quietly inside, a companion I neither chose nor can escape.

I walk slowly through rooms we once shared, touching the walls as if they remember you.

The floorboards whisper your name with every step, and the windows show nothing but fading light.

Time moves forward, indifferent, but I am held here by echoes of you.

I gather the pieces of what remains—every laugh, every tear, every word.

I walk forward, carrying them silently, even as the world moves on and even as you are gone.

A part of you lives in me forever, quietly and unforgotten.