Poem: An Echo That Refuses To Fade

 I walked into a room of fleeting hours,

faces came and went like passing showers.

But one stayed - not in the room,

but in my mind,

like an echo that refuses to fade.

We never spoke the way I wished,

never carved the silence into words,

yet I carried whole conversations with you

in the quiet corners of my heart.

You don’t know how many words

I swallowed back when you were near,

how many times I wanted to break the air

just to say—

it’s you I’ve been waiting to meet.

I’m not asking for promises,

not asking for forever.

Just one message, one sign, one spark—

to tell me I wasn’t alone in this.

Yes, I am talking about you.

If you’ve read this, you know how to find me.