Radio on. Nothing but static. Your face flickers between the noise. Empty hallway. The house won't sleep. Every signal pulls me deeper. Photographs fade. The silence stays. Echoes linger. I look away. The walls inhale. The pipes reply. Every sound wears your voice. I hear you in the noise again. I know you're gone. Still I turn. Every echo pulls me in. Every silence lets you return. Hallway light. Moving shadow. I turn too fast. Nobody there. Cold on my neck. Dust in the air. Pareidolia creeping in. Every window wears your shape. Every heartbeat comes too late. The walls inhale. The pipes reply. Every sound wears your voice. I hear you in the noise again. I know you're gone. Still I turn. Every echo pulls me in. Every silence lets you return. If this is memory... Why does it answer? If this is silence... Who called my name? I know you're gone... I know you're gone... I hear you in the noise again. Closer now... Then gone. Every echo takes a piece. Every silence holds me on. No answer. Only the echo.
