Our Last Night Still Echoes in My Hallway

A cycle of poems «Your Kiss Tasted Like a Late-Night Regret»

Moonlight flickers on the wooden floor,
Shadows dance where laughter lived before.
The clock is silent, but I still replay
Our last night echoing down my hallway.

Every step I take, your voice remains,
A haunting chorus in familiar refrains.

Our last night still echoes in my hallway,
Whispers of goodbye that never stray.
Your touch, your tears, the words we couldn’t say-
Our last night still echoes in my hallway.

Your jacket’s hanging where you left it draped,
The scent of longing in the air escaped.
I hear your footsteps in the quiet gloom,
A memory marching through every room.

Every step I take, your voice remains,
A haunting chorus in familiar refrains.

Our last night still echoes in my hallway,
Whispers of goodbye that never stray.
Your touch, your tears, the words we couldn’t say-
Our last night still echoes in my hallway.

The pictures tremble in their dusty frames,
I call for you but only get your name.
The silence lingers, heavy, sharp, and true,
I chase the shadows, but they lead to you.

I try to outrun what the walls recall,
But every echo bounces off them all.
If time could heal, it’s moving much too slow-
Your ghost won’t leave, and it won’t let go.

So I walk these halls as the night turns gray,
Haunted by love that just won’t fade away.
Our last night still echoes in my hallway-
Forever ringing, where you used to stay.