Fading Echoes

In a crowded room, I see your face,

A ghost of laughter in a time and place,

We danced through the night, lost in our dreams,

But now those memories tear at the seams.

I reach for the shape of your hand in mine,

But it disappears every single time.

Fading echoes, calling through the hall,

I hear your name, but you’re not there at all.

We were a fire, now we’re smoke in the rain,

Fading echoes, circling my heart again.

Your photograph sleeps beside the bed,

A little paper sky above my head.

I keep the words that you never said,

And count the empty spaces where you stood instead.

I turn toward the door when the floorboards sigh,

Then remember goodbye was goodbye.

Fading echoes, calling through the hall,

I hear your name, but you’re not there at all.

We were a fire, now we’re smoke in the rain,

Fading echoes, circling my heart again.

Maybe time will soften every edge,

Maybe I’ll stop living on the ledge.

But tonight, beneath this borrowed light,

Your memory still feels alive.

Fading echoes, calling through the hall,

I hear your name, though you’re not there at all.

We were a fire, now a scar in the rain,

Fading echoes, circling my heart again.

Fading echoes, growing faint but true,

I’m learning how to let go of you.

The room grows quiet, the morning appears,

Your voice fades slowly through the years.