In Long Forgotten Days

The warmth you left inside my hands

Still slips away like quiet sand.

I tried to hold the fading glow—

Too late to let you know.

Your shadow brushed across my skin,

A memory I kept within.

I whispered things you couldn’t hear—

Already gone, my dear.

Where the warmth once lived in me,

I’m falling through the empty sea.

Your touch remains in smaller ways—

In long forgotten days.

A broken line,

No longer mine.

Your voice still lingers in the hall,

A soft echo against the wall.

I reach for something left behind—

But nothing’s there to find.

Your presence thins with every dawn,

A slow reminder you are gone.

Still I replay the tender part—

Engraved into my heart.

Where the warmth once lived in me,

I’m falling through the empty sea.

Your touch remains in smaller ways—

In long forgotten days.

Too thin to keep,

Too deep to weep.

Where the warmth once lived in me,

I’m falling through the empty sea.

Your touch remains in smaller ways—

In long forgotten days.

Too thin to keep,

Too deep to weep.

Warmth…

now gone.