The quiet is getting louder,
Whispers of absence,
Echoes of memories,
Haunting the spaces,
Remnants of laughter,
Unspoken words linger,
All that runs in my head,
Standing with cold empty hands,
Aching for your touch,
But you're gone,
Emptiness fills the void,
All that remains are echoes,
Of love lost in the quiet.


© Lesh Singh