Galaxystar
Favoured Frenzy
In language we say, I miss you,
but the soul whispers it differently.
It sighs in the empty chair at dusk,
it lingers in the silence where your laughter once lived.
My heart still bends toward the echo of your presence,
like a tree leaning toward the last light of day.
Every sunrise carries your memory in its colors,
every breeze shapes your name upon my skin.
I don’t just miss you—
I carry you in the pauses between words,
in the spaces where love refuses to fade.
And tonight, as the stars awaken,
may peace rest gently upon your memory,
may love cradle the places that ache,
and may the quiet of evening bless your heart
with the comfort of light that never leaves.
but the soul whispers it differently.
It sighs in the empty chair at dusk,
it lingers in the silence where your laughter once lived.
My heart still bends toward the echo of your presence,
like a tree leaning toward the last light of day.
Every sunrise carries your memory in its colors,
every breeze shapes your name upon my skin.
I don’t just miss you—
I carry you in the pauses between words,
in the spaces where love refuses to fade.
And tonight, as the stars awaken,
may peace rest gently upon your memory,
may love cradle the places that ache,
and may the quiet of evening bless your heart
with the comfort of light that never leaves.
