In your memories, I stand around,
No one asks why I still look down.
The sky is stained in gold and brown,
Your voice still echoes all around.
Everything I see reminds me of you,
Every color, every shade, each hue.
Crowded rooms still feel half-empty,
Silence speaks where words can't be.
If missing you is a quiet art,
Then, my darling, I've mastered it by heart.
You don't haunt me, I let you stay,
In little things, in light, in gray.
Not everything lost is meant to leave,
Some memories are how we breathe.
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About the Author
Eknoorjeet Kaur Bhullar
St. Joseph's Convent School, Ferozepur · India
Eknoorjeet Kaur Bhullar is a student and writer from Ferozepur, India. She is drawn to the emotional afterlife of memory: dreams of departed loved ones, promises that linger, and the silences people leave behind. She writes across English, Punjabi, Hindi, Urdu and Korean, believing every language carries a different shade of longing.
