THE QUIET BETWEEN US

There is a quiet between us now, a silence too heavy to name. Words once danced like morning light, now fade like embers after flame. Your laughter lingers in the air, but it no longer calls my name. I reach for echoes, not your hand— a touch that never feels the same. In this quiet, I learn to breathe, to love the ache, to let it pass. For even silence speaks of you, in every space the sound once was.