Empty Rooms

I walk through empty rooms,

The air heavy with memories I cannot touch.

Shadow clings to the corners,

And silence presses against my chest.

I reach for warmth, but find only cold.

The walls remember what I cannot.

Nights stretch long, and sleep refuses me.

I carry your absence in every step and breath.

Some pain cannot be spoken.

It remains quietly, a companion I cannot leave.

Every door is closed, every window dark.

And yet, in this stillness,

I walk on,

Haunted but moving,

Alone.