These days my nights feel colder,
Empty rooms and shoulders bolder
Words we used to speak so soft now fade
Echoes in my soul that never stay.
Even the melody feels incomplete
Lost in a silence I can’t defeat
Shadows of us linger in my mind
Trying to chase the memory I left behind.
Where’d you go, when the night gets low?
I need your voice, let your love flow
Hold me close through every word
Bring me back, let my heart be heard
Like a record scratched,
I’m spinning.
Time slips past without you in it.
Reaching out through empty air,
Wishing you’d find me waiting there.
Slide back in, I’ll open wide
No more secrets that we hide
Breathing in the space you leave
Learning how again to believe.
Where’d you go, when the night gets low?
I need your voice, let your love flow
Hold me close through every word
Bring me back, let my heart be heard
Bring me back, let my heart be heard.
Backstory: Unheard Echoes
This poem came from the space between silence and longing. I wrote Unheard Echoes on one of those nights where your bed feels too big, the air too still, and the only thing louder than the quiet is memory.
It wasn’t about one person. It was about the feeling of them, their voice, their warmth, the rhythm they brought into your world. And how all of that can vanish, leaving you chasing ghosts in your own head.
I’d been thinking about what it means to miss someone, not just in moments of nostalgia, but in the mundane, like reaching for a song you both loved and realising it now carries more ache than melody.
It’s that liminal space:
After connection, before closure.
Where you almost move on, but something holds you.
It’s a plea, really.
To be found again.
To be heard.
To not have your heart echo back at you with nothing but silence.
That’s where this poem was born.
From the stillness that used to be shared.
And now?
It’s just unheard echoes.
