ur mine

I speak to the silence, pretending it’s you, In the echo of walls, your laughter breaks through. Each corner still whispers the steps you once took, Each memory a chapter, each tear a book. Like Schrodinger’s heart, I breathe yet I grieve, Alive in the waiting, refusing to leave. The door stays open, though seasons have passed, Still hoping your shadow will return at last. At night, I feel you lie close though you’re gone, In dreams you stay, in daylight withdrawn. Just once, come back, even if just to say, You never meant to walk away.