Empty Windows

 Light falls through empty windows,

Touching floors that once held warmth.

A name lingers on the wind,

A voice remembered but never returned.

Footsteps echo down corridors

Where hope once walked beside trust.

The heart reaches, even as it knows:

The doors are closed, the room gone.

Still, the sky spills gold at dusk,

And somewhere, quietly, it whispers:

Even in absence, longing is alive,

But so is the strength to move forward.