Echo in My Room

I kept your hoodie on my chair. It still smells like you were

there. Every laugh still fills the air, but I'm the only one who

cares. I talk to shadows on the wall, pretend your voice

still makes the call. I trace your name where light once bloomed,

now you're just an echo in my room. Maybe love was meant to fade

too soon, but I still wait beneath the same old moon. You're the echo

in my room, fading slow but never through. Every whisper, every line,

keeps replayin' in my mind. You're the echo I can't lose, even silence sounds