In the Echo of Your Absence

In the quiet dawn, where whispers sleep,

I weave my thoughts, in shadows deep.

Your laughter lingers, a phantom tune,

Yet here I stand, beneath a waning moon.

With every sunrise, hope takes flight,

But heavy clouds turn day to night.

I chase your ghost through fields of pain,

Each step I take, I find it in vain.

The coffee brews in our favorite cup,

But bitterness rises, I can’t lift it up.

The sunlight dances where you used to roam,

Now each beam feels like a call to home.

Like autumn leaves that spiral and fall,

My heart lays scattered, silent, small.

Each text I send, tread softly, withdraw,

A conversation haunted by the absence of “us.”

I twist my fate, I bend, I break,

Yet every effort leads to heartache.

Like marionette strings, tangled and tied,

No matter the jest, you’re not by my side.

I wander through memories, dusty, ajar,

Reminded of smiles, beneath a distant star.

But love can’t mend with a threadbare seam,

And the nights stretch long, in a broken dream.

In your absence, a sorrowful song,

A melody haunting, where shadows belong.

So I’ll whisper your name to the winds that roam,

And wait for the day we once more find home. here…