Whispers Across the Miles
In the quiet echoes of a solitary room,
Where laughter once danced, now there’s gloom.
A symphony of memories, bittersweet,
I’m lost in the rhythm of our hearts that used to beat.
I miss the warmth of shared embraces,
The comfort found in familiar faces.
Distance stretches, time slips away,
Yet the ache of absence is here to stay.
Through the corridors of time, I wander,
In search of moments we used to squander.
The echoes of your laughter linger,
A haunting melody, a gentle trigger.
In the tapestry of life, you were the thread,
Woven into every story, every thread.
Now the fabric feels frayed and worn,
The colors fading, a melancholy morn.
Oh, how I long for the days of old,
Where conversations flowed, and stories were told.
In the tapestry of our friendship, a seam,
Stitched together by dreams, a cherished dream.
The silence between us, a vast divide,
Yet your presence lingers by my side.
I close my eyes, and there you are,
A constellation of memories, a distant star.
Miles may separate, but the heart persists,
In the realm of longing, where time exists.
I miss your laughter, the way you’d smile,
Across the miles, our spirits reconcile.
So here I stand, in this quiet space,
A tribute to friendship, a heartfelt embrace.
In the tapestry of memories, we’re entwined,
Forever bound, across the sands of time.
By: Vyomi Shah
