The Memory That Wouldn’t Release Me

I keep returning to the words we left unsaid,

soft echoes drifting through the quiet night,

and every path I take leads where you once led.

Your shadow lingers where my footsteps spread,

a silent reminder wrapped in fading light,

and I keep returning to the words we left unsaid.

The dreams replay the things my heart still pled,

pulling me back toward moments that felt right,

and every path I take leads where you once led.

I try to move on, but something holds instead,

a gentle ache clinging with all its might,

and I keep returning to the words we left unsaid.

You are the thought that circles in my head,

the memory that grips me in the darkest night,

and every path I take leads where you once led.

No matter how far I walk or how much I’ve bled,

you stay inside me like a quiet, steady light.

I keep returning to the words we left unsaid,

and every path I take leads where you once led.