Echoes in Absence

The room, once lived,
breathes in silence,
a witness to words unspoken,
painted in shadows, lost letters.

In every corner,
their voices tremble,
mingling with dust,
lamenting unwritten songs, golden and forgotten.

The walls confide
their secrets
to the carpet's grasp,
in velvet whispers, sighs at the doorway's edge.

Come,
bridge this melody with a note—
an echo seeking an echo
in the hall, where light meets somber reflection.