Never Held

Your voice still lingers in the silence,
like a ghost I never asked for, but can’t release.

I reach for you in the quiet moments,
but all I find are echoes that refuse to leave.

Something in us hums beneath the surface,
like a current pulling without ever being seen.

A void stretches where we were meant to meet,
wide as distance, quiet as everything in between.

An arm’s length apart,
close enough to feel your warmth, too far to make it real.

I fall into you the moment our eyes meet,
and every wall I built forgets why it was there.

So I stand here—
haunted by something I never held,
missing a place I’ve never been.