The wound

Shadows linger in the quiet room,
Where your voice still trembles in the air.
Every photograph becomes a tomb,
A frozen smile that’s too heavy to bear.

I trace the lines of what we used to be,
But every touch cuts deeper in me.

The wound, it never heals,
It bleeds through every day.
The wound, it never yields,
It steals my breath away.

I walk the streets that once felt warm and bright,
But the colors fade into shades of grey.
And every star that pierces through the night
Just reminds me that you’re so far away.

Time whispers lies of peace and letting go,
But the ache has roots too deep to show.
Your absence is carved in bone and skin,
A whisper that pulls me back within.

The wound, it never heals,
It bleeds through every day.
The wound, it never yields,
It steals my breath away.

Maybe someday the rain will wash me clean,
But for now, I’m drowning in what’s been.
The wound still calls, it calls your name,
And I’m the one who stays the same.