Ache

Ache

It’s not a scream, it’s not a tear,
It’s the silence when you're not near.
It’s not a wound that someone sees,
Just a weight beneath my knees.

It’s not the fight, it’s not the fall,
It’s the nothing that says it all...

This is the ache — soft but loud,
A whisper screaming in the crowd.
It doesn’t bleed, it doesn’t break,
It just lives in every breath I take.
This is the ache — too still to scream,
A love that died inside a dream.
You didn’t stay, and I can’t fake…
The way it hurts,
The way I ache.

I wear a smile, I play the part,
But you're still curled inside my heart.
Not as fire, not as flame —
Just a shadow with your name.

It’s not regret, it’s not goodbye,
It’s the echo of your lullaby...

This is the ache — slow and wide,
Like ocean pulling back the tide.
No tears to fall, no hands to shake,
Just the quiet throb of what’s at stake.
This is the ache — no storm, no sound,
Just me and what’s not around.
I lost the truth I couldn’t make…
Now all that’s left
Is this ache.

Some pain is loud, some fades away,
But this one knows how long to stay.
And though you’re gone, I still replay…
The silence you gave me that day.

This is the ache — I can’t erase,
It lives in every empty space.
You’re not here, and I don’t wake…
I just drift
With this ache.