In the dim corners of the room,
her whispers still remain,  
Echoes of that gray morning
when love dissolved into pain.  
I see her face in every stranger,
hear her voice in fleeting breath,  
I wonder if she knew
her heart was nearing death.  

If I'd listened to her pulse,
maybe she'd still be near,  
But now I’m left with silence,
bearing the weight of fear.  
Frozen in the shadows
of choices left behind,  
Regret's a heavy chain,
tightening with time.  

Her laughter once lit every...