WHEN JOY FORGOT THE WAY BACK

When Joy Forgot the Way Back

There were days laughter lived here,
sat on the windowsill like morning light,
spilled into rooms without knocking,
called my name like it meant it.

Now silence wears its shadow,
stretching long across my chest,
and even memories feel distant—
like they belong to someone I used to be.

I search for joy in familiar places:
old songs, worn-out smiles,
the corners where happiness once hid—
but everything echoes instead.

Time moves, but not with me,
it drags joy further out of reach,
leaving behind a hollow rhythm
my heart struggles to follow.

I wonder if joy remembers me at all,
or if it found a brighter home,
where laughter doesn’t break midway
and tears aren’t fluent.

So I sit with what remains—
a quiet, aching absence,
holding onto yesterday’s warmth
like it might still breathe.

©® Coker Favour A.