Empty Room

The clock ticks on, but time feels still, A hollow echo in the corners of my will. I reach for you in shadows deep, But find only memories I cannot keep.

The rain falls soft, yet tears fall faster, Every heartbeat, a silent disaster. Your voice lingers in the air I breathe, A cruel reminder of what I can’t retrieve.

I speak to walls that cannot reply, And watch the world through tear-stained eyes. Hope is a candle, flickering low, In a room where no warmth will grow.

I wander through dreams we’ll never share, Feeling your absence everywhere. And though the night may never end, I learn to survive with grief as my friend.