his memory

After countless tries, I still can’t forget his face, His voice is faint — just an echo in space. But his words still linger, soft and near, The kind my heart refuses to clear. Alone I walk this quiet lane, Fighting myself through endless pain. I try to smile, yet tears still fall, His memories answer every call. What comes next — I’ll let it be, Even time won’t side with me. All logic failed, all reasons died, Even string theory couldn’t turn the tide.