Lola, Your Name Still Floats

I remember the morning, sunlight on the sheets.

Your laugh was the rhythm my heart would repeat. The world felt

small, safe in its place. Before the dark found a way

into grace. We learned too soon that angels fall, and even kindness

meets a wall. Lola, your name still floats through the air

like a song too fragile to repair. The streets hold their breath when

your echo flies, and time itself closes its eyes. Lola, your trace will

never die. Screens light up, voices fade. We chase the truth but it