An Empty Home

I feel lost, hollow, a shadow thin,

A whisper left where I had been.

A piece of me has slipped away,

Forgotten, lost—too far to stay.

What am I to do but roam,

Through empty halls that once felt home?

I chase a ghost I cannot find,

A moment gone, a past unkind.

I reach, I grasp, but time won’t bend,

It does not break, it does not mend.

The echoes fade, the silence grows,

A story told that no one knows.

And so I stand in memories dim,

The light once bright now cold and grim.

What am I to do but yearn,

For what was mine, yet won’t return?