“free verse poem about missing a soulmate”

The silhouette of you lingers  
at the edge of the hallway light,  
a question I keep asking in quiet rooms—  
where do all the echoes go  
when their sender is gone?

Morning, without your laughter,  
spills unsweetened into my cup.  
I stir the silence  
and try to find the syllables  
you pressed into my skin,  
the half-remembered joke,  
the warmth that stayed  
even after the room cooled.

The world continues its choreography—  
trains sighing through tunnels,  
the mail slot clattering with daily nothings—  
but my hours unravel,  
thread by golden thread,  
searching the seams you stitched  
between your heart and mine.

Your absence, an unplayed note  
in my favorite song  
—still, still—  
underscores every face in a crowd,  
every spring that dares to bloom  
without you here to see.

I hold the space where your hand belonged,  
and every night, before sleep steals the color from the sky,  
I whisper to the missing:  
Someday, perhaps,  
we will cross the bridge of dreams  
and meet again  
where the echoes finally rest.

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