Missing

by dugger

I reach for words, but find the quiet, A space where echoes once ran free. Your silence sits like morning mist, Soft, but thick, and haunting me. Each hour drags, a heavy sigh, As memories press, like worn-out seams. I miss the threads you wove with ease, Now lost in gaps between my dreams. What keeps your voice so far away? What turned our laughter into dust? I'll wait within this fragile pause, Though silence steals a bit of trust.