17h
In the hush between heartbeats,
I hear the echo of your laughter
a memory not yet made.
You, a whisper in the wind,
me, chasing shadows of a smile.
If you feel this too,
leave a word behind
let’s write our story together.
I hear the echo of your laughter
a memory not yet made.
You, a whisper in the wind,
me, chasing shadows of a smile.
If you feel this too,
leave a word behind
let’s write our story together.
Sometimes the people we miss the most are the ones we’ve never met, just imagined in perfect moments, half-dreamed, half-hoped. If this stirred something in you, say so. Maybe you’re the echo I was waiting for.
