Echoes of You

Lingering Love and Fading Echoes

Some love doesn’t demand attention. It doesn’t ask to be remembered—yet, it remains. This poem, Echoes of You, explores the quiet kind of missing, the love that continues in small ways, long after someone is gone.

Echoes of You

I don’t miss you in the way that breaks me,
Not in the way that makes me reach for the phone,
Or trace old messages with my fingertips.
But in the way that lingers quietly,
Like a song stuck in the folds of memory.

I still make coffee the way you liked it,
Even though it’s too sweet for me now.
I still pause at the songs you sent me,
Letting them play just long enough
To remember the way your eyes lit up.

You exist in the spaces between my days,
In the phrases I say without thinking,
In the way my arm still drifts
To where yours used to rest beside me.

I don’t need you back—
But I do hope, somewhere,
You carry echoes of me too.

A Reflection on Love That Stays

Not all love fades. Some of it settles into the corners of our lives, into habits we don’t realize we still hold. Echoes of You is a reminder that even when people leave, pieces of them stay behind.

💬 What memories do you carry of someone who’s no longer in your life? Let’s talk in the comments.

📢 If this poem made you think of someone, share it with them or keep it as a quiet remembrance.