Reverberations in an Empty Room

The walls whisper the secrets of our once-shared laughter,
echoes trapped in corners like forgotten caresses,
lingering like the scent of a once-beloved perfume.

The floorboards creak with every sigh the past breathes,
a symphony of solitude playing in the quiet dark.

In these reverberations, I find the pulse of your absence,
a heartbeat in the vacant space,
longing stitched into each silent note.

In the glow of the evening's hesitant descent,
shadows dance to the rhythm of yesterdays,
twirling gracefully in the dim light.

They whisper stories of you and I,
fractured dreams that linger like echoes
of a melody left unfinished.

I ponder, do you hear it too?—the melody sung by silence,
a hymn woven of tender goodbyes,
serenades sung by love's lingering ghost.

One day, perhaps, the echoes will find rest,
nestled in the embrace of new beginnings
or carried away by the sigh of the wind.