The Weight of Absence

The years stretch on, but loss does not fade— it lingers, settling in quiet spaces, in words left unsaid, in moments I can’t get back.

The world feels heavier now, like something is missing, like everything is unraveling, thread by thread, and I don’t know how to hold it together.

I wish you were here. You would have known what to say, how to make sense of all this, how to remind me that not all is lost.

But you are gone, and the silence you left behind presses against my ribs, dulls the colors of the days, makes everything feel so distant.

I try to move forward, but something in me still lingers in the spaces where you once were, where I wish I had stayed a little longer, spoken a little more, held on a little tighter.

And yet, the world keeps moving, even when I am standing still.