Rooms I No Longer Live In

There is nothing more profound than the 

silence that follows movement. 

I sit with memories of people I once called home,

some stayed, some faded into the background

 like old postcards in a drawer.

A ghost in the hallway,

my grandmother's laughter,

missing the sweet days of our childhood.

Five years since the world paused,

and still I grieve the youth I never fully lived.

I tell myself,

don’t ruminate—

but the change is undeniable,

something subtle and irreversible.

This ache, too, will pass.

I whisper it,

not always believing it,

but needing to say it just the same.

- E.