Ache Song

Ache

It’s not the words you didn’t say,
It’s the space they carved and walked away.
Not the storm, not the flame,
Just the silence whispering your name.

You’re not here, but I still feel,
A wound too quiet to ever heal…

This is the ache — slow, unseen,
Like a tear that hides between the seams.
No scars to show, no fight to win,
Just a war I’m holding in.
This is the ache — soft and cold,
A story that I never told.
You walked away and didn’t break…
But you left me
With this ache.

I trace the walls where your voice lived,
Each memory a gift I couldn’t give.
You were sunlight through my skin,
Now I’m lost in what’s within.

No goodbye, no final word,
Just silence louder than I’ve ever heard…

This is the ache — slow to die,
Like rain that falls inside the sky.
No scream, no crash, no shattered glass,
Just time that doesn’t seem to pass.
This is the ache — deep and low,
The kind that never dares to show.
You’re gone, but I still break…
Piece by piece,
In this ache.

Some wounds bleed, some wounds burn,
Some just sit and never turn.
You were quiet, so was I…
Now the silence multiplies.

This is the ache — soft as breath,
The soundless echo left by death.
You loved, then left without a trace…
But I still live
In this ache.