"Drifting Echoes"

What if tomorrow never feels the same? A memory untouchable, slipping through time, like walking slowly to nowhere, the kind of peace that doesn’t ask questions, that simply exists. The world fades, the weight disappears, no rush, no destination, only the quiet hum of solitude, a moment outside of time itself. I didn’t know it was our last time, but somewhere out there, you still exist. Do I linger in the corners of your mind, or am I just a ghost in my own.