we do not lose the ones we knew
time only clears the altered view
the years peel back what once seemed bright
revealing who remains through night.
some hands are warm for just a season
some hearts depart without a reason
they walk beside your fragile flame
then fade like echoes without a name.
not every promise learns to stay
not every soul survives the gray
for distance tests what words conceal
and silence shows us what is real.
yet those who stand when storms arrive
keep broken parts of us alive
through every weight the world can be
they choose your soul repeatedly.
and in the end the truth appears
through all the weather of the years
love is not measured by degree
but by who stayed through gravity
the mind becomes a house that never sleeps
where midnight drips from the walls it keeps
old ghosts wander the dim-lit halls
whispering names through the aching walls
they wear the voices i once called home
turning living rooms into catacombs
and every memory left behind
rewrites the shape of the present mind
i tried to bury each fading scene
beneath quiet days and spaces between
but memory blooms without a sound
like winter roots beneath the ground
it pulls me back through fractured light
through golden hours dissolved by night
until the warmth i used to know
falls like ash in the drifting snow
yet time was never made to erase
it only softens the sharpest place
teaching sorrow to loosen its grip
like sand releasing from the fingertips
so now i leave the door unlocked
for all the shadows time forgot
and in the stillness i finally keep
the quiet returns and teaches me sleep.
