I speak in tones you used to know,
Now they drift where cold winds blow.
Your name dissolves with every breath,
A soft goodbye, a quiet death.
You left your light in shattered frames,
But even stars forget their names.
In silence, I rewrite the sound,
Of love that used to hold me down.
Echoes fade slow, through the haze,
Memories wrapped in distant blaze.
Still I walk where shadows grow,
With your voice, echoing low.
Echoes fade slow, in my chest,
Soft remains of all the rest.
You said forever with your eyes,
But truth was buried under lies.
Now every step is heavy grace,
A ghost I don’t need to chase.
Still I float through streets we knew,
Haunted less by me, more you.
But every echo that I hear,
Feels less like loss, more like clear.
Echoes fade slow, through the haze,
Memories wrapped in distant blaze.
Still I walk where shadows grow,
With your voice, echoing low.
Echoes fade slow, in my chest,
Soft remains of all the rest.
Time didn’t heal, but it rewrote,
Turned all the grief into a note.
Now it plays in minor keys,
A calm release beneath the trees.
Echoes fade slow, I let them go,
Like rain melting down the snow.
Still I hum, but not for you—
Just for the light I’m walking to.