1st

I thought time had finally buried the ache, that this happiness meant healing. But the truth is harsher, the nights still echo with your voice. My heart still searches for your face in every crowd. I still hear your voice in the silence, still search for your smile in memories I swore I’d outgrow. You linger in the parts of me I can’t reach, a longing that settles in the bones and refuses to leave. And no matter how I try, my heart doesn’t open the same for anyone else. It was you. It’s still you