Shadows of Time

 A Reflection on Love, Loss, and Unwritten Words 

Now and then, 
Through the corridors of time,
I find myself tracing the pathways
Where we once strolled together.

Along those familiar trails,
I encounter the illusion of a lingering shadow -
A silhouette that bears your likeness,
Yet seems a stranger to my heart.

And I wonder,
Why does this shadow feel so familiar,
Yet so unlike the person I knew?

You were forever in bloom,
The very embodiment of a smile,
And perhaps, somewhere in your words,
I still exist as I once did -
A thought that stirred your heart,
A feeling that found its way into verse,
A name you may have hidden
Between the lines of a poem.

But now, your shadow wears sorrow,
A statue carved out of grief,
An echo that reverberates with pain.

And a question returns to me,
One that time has never answered:
Do you still write for me?
Do my memories ever visit your pen?
Does my name still find a place
In the silence between your words?

Or have I become
Just another shadow
In the corridors of your time?

How have you been,
My distant echo?