The Echo I Still Follow

I walk the road where your voice used to stay,

a soft echo rising from the quiet ground,

and every thought pulls me back your way.

The wind still carries what you didn’t say,

a whisper lost but never truly drowned,

I walk the road where your voice used to stay.

Your memory blooms in the cold light of day,

a shadow that moves even when you're not around,

and every thought pulls me back your way.

I try to outrun what refuses to decay,

but longing finds me with a steady sound,

I walk the road where your voice used to stay.

Your absence is a weight I cannot sway,

a silent truth that keeps my heart bound,

and every thought pulls me back your way.

No matter how far my trembling steps stray,

your echo lingers, steady and profound,

I walk the road where your voice used to stay,

and every thought pulls me back your way.