Half-Alive Without Your Echo

A cycle of poems «The Night Won’t Let Me Forget You»

I call your name into the air…
No answer. Just the stairwell’s hum.
The silence answers everywhere -
And I’m still waiting for someone.

I wake each day to empty light,
The coffee burns, but not my hands.
Your shadow lingers out of sight,
In half-laced shoes and laundry strands.

I play our songs too loud at night,
Like noise could fill the gaps you left.
But every chorus feels like flight
With wings too weak to leave the depths.

You used to laugh at my bad jokes,
Now punchlines land in vacant rooms.
The world keeps spinning all its spokes -
But mine just drags through gathering gloom.

I speak to walls, I write your name,
Delete it fast before it sticks.
Love doesn’t fade - it goes insane…
And haunts the soul with missing bits.

I’m half-alive without your echo,
A breath that stumbles, slow and hollow.
You were the voice that called me home,
Now I’m just shadows, carved in stone.
I scream into the void we made -
But even silence turns and fades.

I drove past where we used to eat,
The booth is taken, lights are warm.
I sat outside upon the street,
Wrapped in the cold, immune to storm.

Saw someone wave, thought it was you -
Then watched them turn and walk away.
It happens more than I’ll admit to,
This ghost of love that won’t decay.

I wear your hoodie when it rains,
Still smells like storms and summer skin.
It doesn’t fix the deepening pains -
But lets me pretend you’re still within.

I dream in colors you once wore,
Wake up gasping, reach for air.
You knock on doors inside my core -
But I’m the one no one is there.

I’m half-alive without your echo,
A breath that stumbles, slow and hollow.
You were the voice that called me home,
Now I’m just shadows, carved in stone.
I scream into the void we made -
But even silence turns and fades.

Maybe love isn’t meant to last -
Maybe it’s only meant to break.
To teach the heart how time moves fast,
And how a single choice can take…

Everything. In one wrong breath.
One turned back. One “not today.”
Now I live with living death -
Not gone, but never quite okay.

But if you hear this, far and late,
Wherever peace has led you now -
Know I still carry all our weight…
And sometimes wonder: Do you now?
Do you miss the way we spoke?
The way we burned? The way we broke?

So I stand here at the edge of sound,
Where words dissolve and feelings bend.
No miracle will heal this ground…
Just time, and how it won’t pretend.

I’ll never be the man I was -
Too cracked, too changed by what we knew.
But if your echo ever calls…
I’ll answer.
Even half-alive… I’d come for you.