There’s a chapel in my memory
where your name still sings to me
But not in hymns or sacred chimes,
just the silence between the times.
The bell once rang for what we were,
each toll a tear, each sound a blur
You left mid-song, the choir broke,
and I was left in holy smoke
I wait between the ringing light,
the soundless part that holds the night
Not in echoes, not in spells—
I live inside the space 'tween bells
Your laughter danced down marbled walls
Now, it’s just dust that softly falls
I called your name but it just stayed
like ghostly footsteps I replayed
I lit a candle, watched it die
The wax now holds our last goodbye
A love not lost, but left behind
in every pause the bells still find