Echoes of Silence


We spoke in rhythms, day and night,
A bond unwritten, yet felt so right.
Your words like rivers carved my soul,
Now silence lingers, a gaping hole.


You lit the path, you held the thread,
Wove conversations, soft and spread.
Each morning birthed in your hello,
Each night dissolved in whispered flow.


And now you say, "I’m not used to this,"
As if the warmth was never bliss.
As if my laughter, my eager replies,
Were just a weight, a slow demise.


Did I drown you in too much care?
Did I assume you’d always be there?
Did I misread the comfort we grew,
Thinking you felt the same way too?


Now questions haunt my sleepless mind,
Tracing echoes you left behind.
A wall where once your voice had been,
A stranger where a friend had seen.


Perhaps to you, I was just a phase,
A fleeting spark in passing haze.
But here I stand, lost and torn,
Grieving words that died unborn.


-Ramisha Jain

26.02.2025


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