“Where Silence Sleeps”
The room still holds your shadow, folded into the corners like forgotten linen. I speak, sometimes, just to hear the hush reply. Love left like a tide—
slow, then all at once. Now the shore is mine alone, and the sea refuses to sing. I trace your absence in the dust, in the way the light no longer waits for your smile to soften its edges.
Loneliness is not loud. It is the pause between heartbeats, the breath I hold when I remember your name. And silence—
it does not comfort, but it listens better than you ever did.
R