Whispers Within

Some days, I miss talking to you—

the one I used to be, the one I still am

beneath the noise, beneath the rush,

lost in the echoes of life’s demand.

I long for the silence we once shared,

where thoughts flowed free like quiet streams,

where I found myself in whispered words,

wrapped in the warmth of unspoken dreams.

Now, the world is loud, the hours swift,

and I forget to sit with me,

to trace my fears, to hear my heart,

to simply breathe and just be.

But when the night is soft and still,

when the stars remember my name,

I close my eyes and find my way—

back to myself, back home again.