Last night, I heard your footsteps inside my dreams,
Old photographs whispered what silence means.
Nothing in this house moves the way it did before,
Even the clock waits beside the empty door.
Love left quietly, without a final goodbye,
Yet my heart still looks for you in the sky.
About the Creator
Aarsh Malik
Poet and storyteller who believes in the quiet power of words.
My first book, QUIET FLAME
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