Lost Transmission

A message once whispered
Beneath the starlit expanse,
Echoes now unheard,
Fading like distant refrains
Of a song long forgotten.

In the solitude of night,
I walk these digital paths,
Sensing the phantom footsteps
That trace the outline of thoughts
Left unsaid, left untouched.

Reflective murmurs
Dance upon the edge
Of digital eternity.
What we leave behind
Becomes part of the silence,
The unscripted void
With tales untold.

Echoes in the Pulse
Murmur of Echoes
Whispered Echoes