Empty Rooms

Every step I take is heavier than it ever was before.
Stay.
Stay.
I don't hear your voice anymore, but it lingers in my head.
Like a melody that vanished, but refuses to be dead.
There's no angle left to hold on, just a quiet,
Endless blue.
Like the sky before the sunrise, still untouched.
Still missing you.
In these empty rooms, you still breathe.
Through the silence inside me.
Not gone, just not here.
Breathe.
Maybe I will learn to carry all the pieces that remain.
Maybe time will turn the echo into something I can name.
Every step feels like you.