The days move like mist over still water,
each hour a breath without meaning.
I listen for the echo of your voice
in rooms that have forgotten sound.

The sky remains the same dull gray,
even when the sun insists it shines.
I eat,I sleep,I speak-
but nothing answers back.

Laughter come like dust,
settling,not stirring.
Memories pass in silence,
uninvited,unchallenged.

Time does not heal.
It only teaches the art
of pretending
you were never here.