fading echo

I carry your absence like a fading echo, trembling through every quiet hour. I keep waiting for footsteps that will never return, for warmth that once held me steady. Nights feel heavier now, pulling at the edges of a heart trying to remember how to beat without you. I whisper your name into the dark, hoping the silence might answer back, but it only deepens the ache. If love is meant to heal, then mine has forgotten how, wandering through memories that cut deeper each time. Still, I hold on, not to hope, but to the shadow of what we were, afraid to let it slip away. I walk through rooms that once felt full, now hollowed by the quiet you left behind. Every picture, every echo of laughter feels like a reminder of a world I can’t return to. And though I try to stitch myself together, the seams keep breaking, pulled apart by the weight of missing you. Yet I hold your memory gently, even when it hurts, because letting go feels like losing the last piece of myself that ever felt whole love