I reach for the space where you once stood, A shadow carved in quiet wood. You are the silence between my words, The echo left in wings of birds. But do you hear me when I speak? Do you feel the weight I keep? Like a thread unwoven, yet not gone, You hum within me, everlong. Are we nothing but whispers in time, A flicker of light in a world misaligned? Or do we linger, unseen, undefined, Lost in the spaces where echoes reside? I dreamt you called, though you had no voice, A hollow note in the noise of choice. You are the song that never fades, A nameless ache the heart remakes. If I close my eyes, will you exist? If I let you go, do you persist? What is the shape of what we leave, A fleeting breath, a silent seed? Are we nothing but whispers in time, Or are we the stars that refuse to die? A flicker, a shadow, a ghost in the rhyme, Still singing the song of the unseen sky. I reach for the space where you once stood… And find you there, in quiet wood.
