Lyric Haven

Introduction: Loss does not always come with loud farewells; sometimes, it lingers in the quiet spaces of our hearts, in the unsent letters, and in the whispers carried by the wind. This poem is a conversation with absence, a longing for the unreachable, and a way of keeping love alive through memory. When words are all that remain, do they ever find their way to the ones we've lost? Or do they simply become echoes of what once was? Dear heart, I never held for long, Do you rest where echoes bloom? I write to you in aching ink, Yet silence lingers in the room. Do whispers reach you past the stars, Or fade like embers in the breeze? Each line I carve is a quiet plea, Yet emptiness is all it frees. Did you weave our warmth in distant skies, Or cast it to the hands of time? Does the wind still carry my voice to you, Or have our echoes lost their rhyme? I watch the moon and wonder still, Does she cradle words you left unsaid? Or did they sink in restless tides, Where love and longing ...