Saved Echoes

Your voice cracks over the static,

a wavering thread I hold frozen in time.

A hesitant breath before the words fall,

a pause like the edge of a knife.

I press play, pause, rewind again,

searching the gaps where meaning hides.

The waveform stutters—broken confession,

a frozen pulse in my palm’s light.

The unsaid hangs heavy,

like smoke held too long in a closed room,

waiting for the moment to be let loose,

yet lingering still, untouched, unresolved.