Echoes of a Lost Flame

Shadows on the wall, long and thin. Her voice still lingers,

but the air's grown dim. I reach for her hand, but it's gone

again. Time's a thief, it steals, it bends. Every start means

bitter ends. And echoes in the silence, calling her name.

Empty chair by the fire, never the same. How do you fight a world

that's changed? Lost my anchor, lost my flame. Her laughter's a ghost in the

hall. Photos frozen, can't hear her call. The world spins

fast, but I just stall. Memories fade, but scars remain.