The room smelled of forgotten promises.
Dust curled in sunbeams,
the piano sighing songs
we never finished.
A photograph – bent corners;
a letter pressed smooth,
its words folded into silence.
Your laughter trembles
through empty walls,
shadows shimmer and fade…
and I remain
where your laughter
once lived.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 8:21 AM UTC
The room smelled of forgotten promises.
Dust curled in sunbeams,
the piano sighing songs
we never finished.
A photograph – bent corners;
a letter pressed smooth,
its words folded into silence.
Your laughter trembles
through empty walls,
shadows shimmer and fade…
and I remain
where your laughter
once lived.
A meditation on the traces someone leaves behind the objects, silences, and echoes that remain after goodbye.
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