Echoes of Her

She used to trace the lines on my palm, saying she could see our future there. We’d stay up all night talking about everything and nothing, Her laughter was like a song I never wanted to end. But one day, she stopped laughing, her eyes grew distant, And the warmth of her touch felt colder, like a winter breeze sneaking in. I asked her what was wrong, but she just shook her head, Said she needed space, needed time, and I didn’t understand. I watched her pack her bags, and with every piece of clothing, She took a piece of me, leaving behind only echoes of what we were. I’m still haunted by the echoes of her, In the empty spaces where her love used to be. It’s like she’s still here, but just out of reach, A ghost I can’t touch, but I can feel her everywhere. I’m still haunted by the echoes of her, In the empty spaces where her love used to be. It’s like she’s still here, but just out of reach, A ghost I can’t touch, but I can feel her everywhere. I try to move on, but she’s everywhere I go. In the coffee shop where we’d sit for hours, In the songs we’d sing in the car, windows down, Even in the way the sunlight filters through the blinds in the morning, It all reminds me of her, like she’s left a piece of herself in everything. I see her in strangers’ faces, hear her voice in the wind, But when I turn around, there’s nothing there, just the emptiness she left behind. I tell myself it’s over, that she’s not coming back, But my heart doesn’t listen, it keeps looking for her in every corner, In every moment that used to be ours. I’m still haunted by the echoes of her, In the empty spaces where her love used to be. It’s like she’s still here, but just out of reach, A ghost I can’t touch, but I can feel her everywhere. I’m still haunted by the echoes of her, In the empty spaces where her love used to be. It’s like she’s still here, but just out of reach, A ghost I can’t touch, but I can feel her everywhere. I wonder if she ever thinks of me, Or if I’m just another memory she’s left behind. But no matter how much time passes, I know I’ll always be haunted by the echoes of her. She was my everything, and now she’s gone, But the echoes of her will never leave me.