Echoes in the quiet

We met as shadows tangle in the dusk,

A brush of something fragile. Dust to dust.

Your silence hummed; my voice too loud,

I sang to the void, you lost in the crowd.

I built a world where the walls could breathe,

But it smothered the space you needed to leave.

The door swung shut; no click, no slam

Just the sigh of a lock that knew where I am.

Too much of me spilled through the cracks,

A flood in your garden, no path to retract.

Your heart, a vessel I dared to fill

It overflowed, then emptied, still.

Goodbye comes softly, a thief in the night,

Stealing the edges, dimming the light.

Tears carve rivers through nameless pain,

But the flood will come, again and again.

You called me a storm, I called you the sea,

Both breaking apart where luv used to be.

I held too tightly, you slipped away

An echo remains, but it won’t stay.

Would I have shrunk to a whispered plea,

If it meant your heart could carry me?

Perhaps it broke because it grew,

Or maybe luv was never true.

So go. No more words, just empty air,

I’ll leave you this space, though it feels unfair.

Not every tether is meant to bind,

Not every heart can hold a mind.