The voice of the night

The voice of the night keeps calling me back,

pulling me toward memories I can’t let go.

I walk through the emptiness, feeling the weight

of something I once had but can’t reach anymore.

I try to follow the trace of your presence,

a faint light that refuses to disappear.

Even when the world feels distant and cold,

my heart moves toward the place where you were.

The silence around me feels alive,

as if it still carries your breath, your warmth.

I keep searching through the dark,

hoping to find the part of me I lost with you.

My steps are guided by an invisible thread,

a promise that keeps pushing me forward.

Though I wander through shadows and doubt,

I hold onto the hope that I’ll find you again.

And even if the path grows heavier,

I won’t give up the journey.

Your memory burns like a fragile flame,

and it’s enough to keep my spirit moving.

So I keep going, a soul in pursuit—

looking for the light that once filled my world,

believing that somewhere ahead,

what I lost will call back to me.