Member Poem

A whisper lingers, soft yet frail,
A ghost that weeps where echoes wail.
Each touch remains, yet turns to dust,
A dream dissolved, a love unjust.
The sky still hums in hues we knew,
Yet fades in shades of distant blue.
The hands once held are hands unmade,
Yet fingertips still chase the shade.
A name still murmurs in the breeze,
Yet dies in hush among the trees.

The stars still shine in silent grief,
Yet light decays with disbelief.
A heart that broke still learns to beat,
Yet stumbles where past pulses meet.
The world still turns, the seasons shift,
Yet memories still drift, still drift.
A love once burned, now cold and blind,
Yet in the dark, it still unwinds.
The echo fades, yet never dies—
A whisper lost in empty skies.