Echoes of Us

Shadows on the ceiling. Dancing where we used to be. Your voice still

lingers, faint and hollow like a ghost caught in the breeze.

I reach for echos, but they slip through my hands. All that's left

is the space between. The silent void where we once dreamed.

Echoes of us, echoes of us. Fading like whispers in the dust. Your laugh was

sunlight. Now it burns like neon rain. The room still hums with your

absence. An endless loop of quiet pain. I hear the

echoes. But they crumble like sand. All that's left is the space