Your Echo Lives in My Hallways

A cycle of poems «You Taught My Hands How to Pray on Your Body»

The lights are off, but I still see your shade,
Moving through rooms where your laughter once played.
I call out your name - just to hear it rebound…
Your echo lives in my hallways, unbound.

I leave the front light on like you asked me to do,
Hoping somehow that you’ll walk back into view.
But shadows don’t answer, and silence replies -
With only your ghost in these hollowed-out skies.

Your echo lives in my hallways, soft and low,
Whispering secrets only we used to know.
In every footstep, in every creak of the floor,
I feel you so close - but not here anymore.
You’re gone, yet you linger in every refrain…
Love doesn’t leave - it just echoes in pain.

Your scarf’s on the hook by the kitchen door,
Still holding the scent of your perfume and more.
We danced there one night to a sad country tune,
You said, "This is us beneath a waning moon."
Now vinyl keeps spinning that same broken track -
And I’m dancing alone with my back to the black.

I leave the front light on like you asked me to do,
Hoping somehow that you’ll walk back into view.
But shadows don’t answer, and silence replies -
With only your ghost in these hollowed-out skies.

Your echo lives in my hallways, soft and low,
Whispering secrets only we used to know.
In every footstep, in every creak of the floor,
I feel you so close - but not here anymore.
You’re gone, yet you linger in every refrain…
Love doesn’t leave - it just echoes in pain.

I found our old film tucked behind the TV,
Paused mid-scene where you looked at me.
I press play, but the screen stays blue -
Like my heart since I said, “It’s over. We’re through.”
Yet sometimes at dawn, when the world feels undone,
I swear I can hear you say, “Stay… just stay, love, stay…”

Time tells me move on, build new walls, start anew,
But how do I evict someone made out of truth?
You weren’t just a guest - you were part of the frame,
The reason this house had a heartbeat and name.
Now every room mourns in its quietest tone…
For the love that moved out, but never quite gone.

So I’ll live with your echo, let it haunt every stair,
Let memory love you beyond compare.
No goodbye strong enough could erase what we drew…
Your echo lives in my hallways -
And always will, in everything true.