Echo of Nothing

Echo of Nothing

I stand where the shadows end,
No one to break, no one to mend.
A room with walls but no air,
I reach for things that aren’t there.

Nothing to hold, nothing to be,
No one to fight, no one to see.
Just an echo, soft and low,
Of something I’ll never know.

The world walks past, I don’t move,
No point to make, no truth to prove.
I smile, but it doesn’t stay,
Just fades like light slips away.

Nothing to feel, nothing to fear,
Even silence isn’t near.
Just an echo, lost and wide,
Of everything that once was inside.

No goodbye, no spark,
Just breathing in the dark.
No story, no end,
Just time that won’t pretend.

Nothing to dream, nothing to miss,
No warmth, no touch, no kiss.
Just an echo — soft and slow —
Of someone I used to know.