Thursday, December 26, 2024

The Echo You Left

I see your face in dreams,
just out of reach,
wishing I could tell you
how much you were loved.

You didn't leave a note.
No need to, I guess.
The reasons replayed
in every conversation,
searching the echoes,
for something
I should have said.

But there was nothing
that could have kept you here.

 

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