Echoes of You
I’m not moving on,
I’m not letting you go.
Even when the nights stretch on,
and your memory lingers,
like that soft breeze
that used to carry your laughter
through the air.
I don’t send you messages anymore,
but if your name ever lights up my screen,
I’d drop everything —
just to hear your voice,
even if it’s just a “hello.”
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I don’t wake up with your name on my lips
like I used to,
but when the world gets quiet,
and the day comes to an end,
it’s still you —
the last thought that crosses my mind
before sleep pulls me under.
Even now, as the days blur into one another,
and the distance between us grows,
you’re still here,
like an echo in the empty spaces
of my heart,
where your voice used to fill the silence.
I’m not letting you go.
Even though we’re worlds apart,
I keep you tucked away,
in the quiet corners of my soul,
where a small fire still burns —
a fire that refuses to go out.
So, I wait,
in these familiar shadows,
hoping that one day,
you might find your way back,
and we can start again.
