Echoes in a Silent Room

The air feels thicker, clinging with memories;

the weight of boxes tugs at my arms,

dust motes swirl like ghosts,

a faint outline of a chair,

still pushed back from the last meal shared,

empty now.

I uncover letters hidden beneath the floorboards,

ink faded, words heavy with absence,

each stroke a whisper of laughter,

a life captured in scraps of paper,

a scent of dust and loss,

a haunting echo in the stillness.

Here, every corner carries a story,

a forgotten echo of joy and sorrow,

the weight of memory curls like smoke,

reminding me that love clings to space,

a bittersweet ghost that lingers.