05/09/2026
Some places still carry your footsteps.
Not in sound,
not in shadow,
but in the quiet feeling that you were here.
I walk the same path we once shared,
and the air remembers you before I do.
The sunlight settles softly across the water,
the way your voice once settled my heart.
Even now, I catch myself turning slightly,
as though you might still be beside me,
matching my pace
without either of us needing to speak.
Grief changes familiar places.
They become part memory,
part ache,
part refuge.
And though the emptiness still follows me,
love lingers here too—
in the spaces we touched together,
in the peace your presence left behind.
So I keep walking these paths,
not to hold onto what is gone,
but to remember
that some love never really leaves at all.
—Silent Tears for You
