The Echo of What Was

There’s a silence where your voice once stayed,

An empty space where memories fade.

The world moves on, yet here I stand,

Clutching shadows with trembling hands.

I see your face in the morning light,

In every star that pierces night.

A fleeting ghost, a bittersweet,

A pain that whispers, soft yet steep.

I count the words I didn’t say,

The chances lost, now swept away.

Regret, a weight that bends my spine,

A cruel reminder of fleeting time.

If only moments could rewind,

I'd hold you close, no words confined.

I'd tell you truths I kept inside,

And walk with you, where fears abide.

But now, it’s only in dreams I find

The echoes you left behind.

A fragile bond, though torn apart,

Still threads your name into my heart.

Grief is love, a fire untamed,

A tribute to what can't be reclaimed.

Though time may dull its sharpened edge,

It carves a vow, an eternal pledge.

To honor you in every breath,

To find you not in loss, but depth.

For though you're gone, your light remains,

A star that shines through sorrow's rains.

In grief, we ache; in regret, we learn. In love, we endure.