POETRY: A love not lost, but lingering, woven into words, scattered in the wind

Between the Lines

Some hearts are written into each other, no matter how many pages turn

“Between the Lines” Image designed by Nadine H using Midjourney

I have read the echoes of your voice,
felt the weight of unsaid words
pressed between each line
a whisper that lingers
like a melody unfinished.

Did you weave me into your verses,
or do I simply find myself there,
folded between longing and restraint,
between embers still warm
and a silence that hums with memory?

Tell me,
do the nights still murmur my name?
Does the wind carry remnants of us
through the corridors of your mind?

I do not chase shadows,
but I know the scent of a love
that refuses to fade.

So I leave you this-
not a question,
nor a plea,
but a quiet knowing: