You’re here but distant, like a ghost I can’t embrace, The person I knew drifts farther every day. I talk to you but find only shadows in your place, And laughter fades like sunlight gone astray. I mourn the warmth that once defined your eyes, The hand I held that no longer fits my own. I carry quiet elegies beneath these skies, And sing to memories that have overgrown. I grieve the living like I grieve the dead, Holding fragments of you inside my head. The past persists, but you refuse to stay, And I can’t let the mourning fade away. Elegy for the living, whispers I can’t tell, A song for hearts that wander out of reach. I cradle every absence like a wishing well, And pray that grief might somehow teach. The words you speak feel hollow, coated thin, A veneer of someone I no longer know. I search for traces of the warmth that lived within, But only echoes linger, faint and slow. I hold your absence in my chest like glass, And every breath refracts what used to be. I’m mourning you while standing in your presence, And the grief becomes a shadow over me. I grieve the living like I grieve the dead, Holding fragments of you inside my head. The past persists, but you refuse to stay, And I can’t let the mourning fade away. Elegy for the living, whispers I can’t tell, A song for hearts that wander out of reach. I cradle every absence like a wishing well, And pray that grief might somehow teach. I trace the outline of the you I loved. I feel the weight of every silent choice. Your presence looms, yet leaves me hollow, And I fold myself around your absence. I sing a requiem to someone breathing, A funeral for the living, still unseen. Elegy for the living, whispers I can’t tell, A song for hearts that wander out of reach. I cradle every absence like a wishing well, And pray that grief might somehow teach.
