Weight of Shadows

A heaviness clings to my breath,

a whisper of something undone.

It’s not the echo of someone’s voice,

but the silence that lingers when all is gone.

Each step feels like treading water,

every smile, a fleeting ghost.

The warmth of laughter slips through my hands,

leaving me yearning for what I need most.

Let the stars cradle my restless thoughts,

their light a balm for wounds unseen.

For in the vastness of the quiet night,

I find a space to simply be.